Sevens Poems - Poems about Sevens

Bibi exchanges hundreds of murderers with blood on their hands for a handful of hostage civilians fueling Hamas’ evil plans for ‘a thousand more October sevens’ ...

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Sevens, Shovels, and Spades Dig, dig, dig. Black soil and stone Earth worms wiggle , Decay bones Dig, dig, dig, scatter seeds there Sprouting, searching sun and air Dig, dig, dig, To hide our dead Six feet under, body bed Dig, dig, dig, create new life Born of earth, Feed appetites Dig, dig, dig, Shovel and Spade Flowers grow from planted pain Dig, dig,...

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The people came to Alberton To honour the man whose life was won For he played the Port Adelaide way And Russell Ebert won our hearts we say His family spoke of growing up in the Riverland A family who built a pride that still stands On the football field a reputation made From father to sons across all grades Peter Woite...

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I am seven. It’s a sunny, autumn day in 1948. The sky is blue, the air is crisp And Old Man Ironton’s leaf piles await us. Manuel, his handyman, has carefully raked them into Inviting, leafy mountains In his mansion’s spacious front yard. They look like termite mounds on the African plains. I go next door to get Guy Geiger And together we run...

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I am fourteen. It’s a hot summer day in 1954. My mother, father, two brothers, one sister, and I Pile into our 1952 Chevrolet station wagon And head to Coady’s Creek in Perintown, Ohio. It’s actually called Stone Lick Creek But the Coady’s have a camp on it, So we call it Coady’s Creek. When we arrive, We all pile out of...

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I am twenty-one. It’s a hot, summer day in 1963. I’m in Lubbock, Texas, at Reese Air Force Base And I’m climbing the ladder into a supersonic T-38 jet. The parachute strapped to my back is cumbersome. I can feel the sweat running down my legs. Settling into the ejection seat, I strap myself in, Attach my G-suit to its umbilical cord, Connect...

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I am seventy-seven. It’s a hot, summer day in Florida in 2019. I have just finished raking our backyard. The carrot wood and live oak trees have littered The lawn with their leaves. I rake them into neat piles and put them into bags. With each stroke of my rake, I hear Guy’s laughter and I see Old Man Ironton Peeking through the...

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Roll the dice now... hope for six, not a seven. Crapped out, snake eyes!...

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ETERNAL SEVENS A post...a wandering beagle how old? I count my fingers ...tapping out eternal sevens forever ago it seems… is way too long ...but my heart jolted upon reading this post… an old dog found 5/1/2018...

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Wake up, her magnetism is perpendicular Concentrate, renunciation isn’t an option She coveted her beauty to be paramount It may not lie adjacent, or acute, closed nor open Yay, Nay, or, A night, a century, dissolves from her Shedding a seventh layer Shedding the eighth The understanding of such linear artistry proves to be facile An acquittal, forthcoming New art, new liberty The acquittals continue to...

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All of those words and emotions Are tired of lingering in my throat and Mind I want to caress them onto you But how can I? Anon. there might be a time in our days I want to tell you-- I'm worthless, Broken, Diedre, Torned, Discarded, Abuse The past shouldn't control the present but it lingers in my spirit The words...

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"Wondrous" this dynamic group, That concocts their hearty poetic soup, Then sit, then wait, always polite, For comments that the others write. But lofty are artistic goals, As we bear our hearts and expose our souls, And catapulted into heaven, When we receive that cherished rate of "seven". A "six" is like a pesky "B", Like the one I got in chemistry, Then pondered of...

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The seventh day of week and month in seventh month of the year, number seven dominated when I decided to appear. I was seventh in my family, five brothers, Mother and Dad, also the seventh granddaughter each of my grandmas had. When later, two more children came, I then was one of seven; unless you count the baby who went right straight to Heaven. My seventh...

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Somewhere decorum, somewhere pandemonium Somewhere parsimony, somewhere bleeding heart Somewhere love, somewhere hatred Somewhere revenge, somewhere forgiveness Somewhere bondage, somewhere liberty Somewhere eccentricity, somewhere selflessness Somewhere egoism, somewhere humility Somewhere complexities, somewhere simplicity Which ones to permit the soul? To acclimatise and dominate Life keeps changing every spur Discrepancies are inevitable To be water or a rock? Will it attain a pool of boundless solitude?...

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How many wonders of the world have you seen, they say, the number is seven, but I have never seen. I know the seven deadly sins of the earth, am I guilty of any, will they destroy , and hurt? We know the days of the week number seven, many things we have, are given in sevens. I've heard if you...

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