Shouldered Poems - Poems about Shouldered

...I Tried to Unlearn ……. his name , his face, his memory but each morning they kept resurfacing; rubber ringed feelings that would not sink no matter how hard I pushed down. So I journeyed to......

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...Twenty years elapsed since Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost ~ May 5th, 2004 Often these days the following genuine sentiment Matthew Scott Harris doth wish to share one son, cuz ......

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... Hunger for perfectly placed punga path Snakes surely slowly..garlanded scarf Turns & rakes fern festooned forest floor Sun dappled glade, bathed and swathed Glorious green sheens in ......

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...An Ice Fishing House, Abandoned, in Need of Repair That same shed waits by the trees. Waits on its skids for the lake to freeze, and the for the creaking joints of bickering stoop-shoulder......

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...The older I get With each day passing by The farther my motion is set To the tune of what good come nigh. The older I get The better I strive to become; To rise above the neglect And to ha......

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...The House on Lake Maggiore The house on Lake Maggiore was reality, a physical truth, my imagination became the artist. The day has become a deckchair, gently folding itself up as my walk le......

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...Ah... methinks I could sleep forever Basking in a supine position with eyes wide shut while the space heater churns out fast moving molecules of heat solitudinarian drowsy thinker fêted by mi......

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...The slum that birthed me, Is where love and loss huddle close, side by side, Shanty houses crowded, wall to wall, Yet love’s essence bloomed, unyielding and clear, Tin roofs, mud walls, unpaved s......

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...“Politics is a contact sport” —Steve Chabot It ain't over 'till it's over —Yogi Berra Loug And Doug Pleasant gentlemen both, broad shouldered and tall Good sports who respect the umpire's c......

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... "But when you showed me what happiness looked like, I shook harder, sobbed, wailed and bawled; tore at your clothes, your perfect, perfect face, and said, "This could never be mine."" - the poet. ......

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...pink paragon renders no features; a buoyant olive shouldered above florid wings. golden halo, open ring. nature’s schmooze, profound. deeply saturated midnight in the labyrinth of the ......

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... beware ... they are coming I hear them as they tap their invariable pulses on my spirit like steel drums in the Cruzan night all at once frightening and irresistibly intoxicating - the war......

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...Beneath the azure sky, I yearn for a divine wine of love, To taste it and ascend, intoxicated by the infinity of moments too brief, A sweet-bitter inebriation, spinning through veins like a thread ......

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...Finding selflessness serving the good of the greater The mission, leaving all better, a little more sound A starseed, a lightworker; a humanity relator I'm drawn to those whose emotions need a r......

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...In this landscape, lies a nest made of brown brittle leaves, cracked asphalt, and tire flattened filters this creature, stands broad shouldered and stupid with a flat face and eyes open so......

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