Scions Poems - Poems about Scions

...Seal fin de siècle with unheard celebration though two thousand nine hundred will be here in seventy five years, a mere blink of the eye never to early to think about fêted occasion which mar......

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...Haunted towers and fallen houses, Tell tales with bricks and mortars: Of scions spun by sprouts of spouses, Slogging limbs for quarters. Each day is spent in catalepsy, Metabolized days in sec......

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...Who is the man in the mirror that stares back at me through eyes of blue that can scarce seen behind lenses reflecting bright light? Those eyes appear so young and vibrant, though cast behind a mask......

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...Pleached charming cherry trees, along the avenue called Breeze, a stunning visual creation of mind, only in the artist's place you can find. I dazzle by its bearing beauty, while the......

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...I abhor the night For sleep has sworn enmity with my lids Lethal questions plague my peace And my heart shows me no pity In finding rest for my head Try, try and try I try But the questions gu......

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...A child to be sent to the earth Through the loins of an octogenarian A faithful promise! Fretful and apprehensive Like a mother hen She took up the onus of creation To beget without delay ......

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...I must make peace with the dandelions for I do so enjoy their sunny smiles my neighbors however are less inclined to appreciate their delicate wiles Descendants, it seems, of nomadic need root......

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... A hint of blush ‘pon the tips Of leaves still lush As lover’s lips A breeze that sighs As if t’was tired Of mid-Summer highs In doldrums mired A crisped dry smell Perfumes the ......

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...Analogue Dialogue When one experiences the Past looking forward And views the Future through a long-gone lens Moments change over the ticking of timeless time It......

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...III But, of course, I had no dizzying towers To burn...only bridges; and they were torched Years ago in the urgency of my direst hours; Along with so ma......

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...Villanelle: Too late too few the tears she sheds on cradle Too late too few the tears she sheds on cradle Bosom-fed mouths sing no tame lullabies Innocence raped in the womb heeds no fable ......

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...The Sixty-Four Rulers of the Yi Jing When chieftains uncrowned yearn to be enthroned They either give their daughters to princes Or invite other chieftains and have them poisoned Some choose......

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...Look forward a happy bond; Life we begin again, In same tone we had, As initial days of love; Let us sow the seeds Of florets in our hearts; Together we lay foundation, Of serene fragrant par......

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...The Wind to the Wayside There’s an old man sleeping on the bank of a river, and he’s flying his dreams in an indigo sky. If you listen so softly, there’s a chance you’ll remember his words of......

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...What succeeds the pain when my soul has suffered all it can? Why does truth lure like a fire on a far distant shore? When wisdom cleanses what ignorance soils, why, in the sweet, sad hours of mour......

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