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Sealing Poems - Poems about Sealing


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You can’t grasp liberation With butterfinger hands; Rather, you must grasp her With an iron-fist grip; Clasping her here forever:- Thus, let us get to being about Fulfilling and sealing our liberation, Rather than just rapping about it:- Rember, liberation is not given, It is faithfully fought for and won:- And the best part of the fight is, It's not with those weapons given us To freely...

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Categories: sealing, allegory, black african american,
Form: Prose
Bass Strait Sealing Rush
The Bass Strait sealing rush began in eighteen-o-three, where at least a dozen vessels were wrestling with the sea, for the China trade was booming, for the want of skins and oils. This was the first real export, from Australian soils. With prices high as gold, more entered in the Strait. Ships joining in the rush, from India, France, U.S.A. Sea...

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Categories: sealing, history,
Form: Lyric



Premium Member Sealing the Deal
The laborious art of sealing the deal ~ Complexity's layers successively pealed...

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Categories: sealing, business, success,
Form: Epigram
Sealing the Memory
Each new Poem a gift as yet unwrapped Its secrets lay hidden, its flow untapped Waiting for the author to feel the pain To seal the memory —to wear the stain (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)...

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Categories: sealing, poetry, poets,
Form: Rhyme
The Sealing
The Sealing What is that soft wind swirling ‘round the air? Catching my breath in its Word without words. Nothing could other than your Spirit be, Surprising, Love of loves enveloped me. In wonder I walked, in wonder I lived, Feeling the glow of peace above the earth; That soft wind staying very gently felt, Unseen, unbelieved and yet believing. Those weeks Love held...

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Categories: sealing, faith, god,
Form: Sonnet



Our Sealing Band
" Our Sealing Band " If I could be anything during this short life before I pass and die I would want to be a tear beautifully being born within your pretty eye. To live down your cheek slowly growing and flowing as you begin to cry then to be licked by you from your upper lip as I slowly die. If I could chose...

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Categories: sealing, loveme,
Form: Rhyme

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