Serpentine Poems - Poems about Serpentine

in his sunset years he daily traversed a mile to smile waiting w a t c h i n g A L E R T the lilt of phantomic voice to O P E N his ...

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Gazing at the Sky ...

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what appeared to be poisonous was merely phosphorus deeply tattooed into the warrior’s skin from an ambush in the land of never-ending wars against imagined foes with a myriad of causes cascading from power and greed what does a Welshmen have to do in bloody Afghanistan he used to have a lilt but now the speed impediment was carved deep into...

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Word Bank Use Seven Words - 6-2-25 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Serpentine Stars A “cascade” of crystal moonbeams Touches summer tides of “serpentine” seas Where “phosphorus” waits To splash On the still shoulders of shorelines In a “myriad” of luminescent sequins Bathing the sand in sparkle Like new stars Tumbling From the amber-mauve wombs of “nebula” To the “lilt” of the “lunar” nightingale’...

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no sound in a cascade of nerves submerged amid a myriad of silences a serpentine fold slices through the viscera and a breath of phosphor burns in the chest’s hollow a crawling rhythm of an aborted name shapeless a lunar longing locks into the bones among the remnants of a collapsed nebula I do not heal I do not return I am flesh that refuses form...

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You had me for a year, I believed it all was true. Every moment, every action, how could it not be? Like a serpentine snake, you slithered inside my mind, my body, squeezing out all my trust, all I believed in you. You made me lower my guards. I believed. I wished I didn’t. You showered me with love, a cascade, a toxic waterfall, drowning me in a...

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Star Studded Night Myriad stars like tiny jewels greet me as I set up my telescope a new moon was the current Lunar cycle, no light to interfere Ophiuchus the Serpentine constellation Slithers across the sky trailing Phosphorous dust in its wake I train my scope on the pinwheel shaped Andromeda constellation its spiral arms reaching far out to space the Helix Nebula comes into view...

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My mind hibernates in the void of cavernous complexity, wakes up in the sensual seasons of mystique living. The wild psyche forms a sleek and sly unique entity, as with whisper of intent hiss, dances the reptilian feeling. Within the deep cold layers many ancient secrets hide, the sinuous slither of the silent senses can’t find. Coiled in still shadows...

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"Serpentine" Give a woman enough rope and She’ll show you what hanging’s worth the life coiled around a body of work could be misconstrued serpentine She draws from the rock like it's Her cornerstone creation sexuality fertility the life force of our ever spinning planet serpentine like it’s Her cornerstone the conscience, conscious In The Dreaming It speaks Its tongues She listens Candide Diderot. ‘24 Serpentine. "I am not...

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With a mind sharp as a marble Words roll off my tongue as garble. My clean shaved head is like a globe Serpentine tattooed, lobe to lobe With yellow, brown and strings of blue Of understated pastel hues Waxed smoother than a scratched eight-ball Like a brain coral, all in all. What is outside is not within Sharp as a marble crown to chin. Sponsor:...

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Paint never would smile at Turpentine And I tell you The Serpentine Wouldn’t at The Truest Valentine “Hither I Come!” from Far- Off Turpentine In Paint’s eardrums, A Monstrous Frankenstein And-trust me- to The Serpentine The love avowals of The Dove-Like Valentine. Anyhow, mind-blowing gifts now part of it From even the guy overflowing wit, Endorsing Michael Jackson’s levying of men In his Wanna...

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Crystals of Violet green, Emerged from a celestial stream; No one had ever seen, Such vivid colors of violet green. One day The ppl decided to collect, The beautiful crystals Painted violet green. They named violet stichtite And her lover Serpentine. The two were inseparable, Though few have ever seen. The beauty of stichtite & serpentine Can be seen; Appearing after a summer rain, Gleaming in a...

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My love was serpentine to the touch I can't quite explain it...the love of mine Had gone away from my sight and such I can quiz my mind to say otherwise, my bittersweet sugar wine… Why am I extremely drunk off of utter fear? I should have been intoxicated with cheer You bruised me with your torn-up tribulations of threats...

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The road of my life is serpentine, Wavy and with High-Five traffic jams. Bewildering to me, but not to God, Someday He will pull it straight, Like that Christmas ribbon that curls. All I can do now is talk to Him, And wait until the ribbon unfurls....

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pink tulips with stems - the beauty of Medusa before bad hair day 1/9/2019...

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