Serials Poems - Poems about Serials

..."Can you feel the soul of an abandoned house; can you hear the whispering? " Quote by _Constance La France Your ancestors had built me, brick by bric......

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...It was an age when bread was delivered by a baker in a horse and cart and carried to the house in big wicker basket, and the milkman left bottled milk on the doorstep before the sun was up, an......

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...Sonorous, saporous symphonies: strong; soothingly spirited, sublime sweet songs. Satisfied sigh, sees salubrious springs; sharp, sizzling sunburn scream: saltwater stings. Searing sharp satiris......

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...As the TV screen comes alive, Screeching with news of death, In natural calamities and road accidents Of war on Ukraine that kills and maims thousands Of carnage and bloodshed, Of gory tales of......

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...Sonorous, saporous symphonies: strong; Soothingly spiritual, sublime sweet songs. Seismically sensitive subsurface screens; Substandard systems severe shakes scarce seen. Searing sharp satiri......

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...I stand inside a ballroom that stretches long before me, it is a sitting room right now, formal chairs and setees, tall windows stretch ceiling to floor, twice as tall as a man, with velvet drapes......

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...In spite of celebrating our seventy-fifth Independence Day, Our actual freedom is still miles away. Freedom lies in our ability to breathe fresh air. Freedom is the ability to show our love and......

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...I often wonder at a knife-edge. I thank, for this, the master craftsman; Shine or dull; sharp; or blunt like a wedge, Within them, hides vast arts a million. Assortments of knife-edges I know. ......

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...Most people think of creative writing, as belonging almost exclusively to the genre of the world, of fictional writing. When in fact any writing involving both skill and imagination. Might loosely f......

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...Stream of Karnafully river flowing in calm heart No factory dust contaminating now its bard I'm crossing the lane of flying birds, city to city Everyday the sky forecasts death serials without k......

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...“We or barn to eat good food” ass a pay-rent I say. sand-witches and serials cane keep yew light, see food can bee hearty, Jews may help yew stay fit, bred, meet, eggs, been and milk or healthy; ......

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...Relax; Rather block up the ass; Gather the Self and watch; Let me talk my mind, Cus’ I don’t mind, I’m really mine! Jesus came, and was thirsty, And even died at thirty; Never couldn’t buy a ......

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...Entertainment in My Youth By Franklin Price revised and reformatted to poetic prose (an experiment for me) 5/28/2017 Entertainment came quite easy, I could do it for myself. The public librar......

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...Rain hurls wetness Public places watered; Soaking exposure ~~~~~~~~~ Dark passing clouds Loiter and linger; Tears from heaven ~~~~~~~~~ Rainy debris Dry leaves soaked; Earthy te......

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...Jog at skybridge Dusk descends swiftly; Deep darkness sums Side by side we Stride brisk and fast; Stop clock moments A neighbour smiles Mobile cellphone chat; Our feet speed away Evening echoes......

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