Shrines Poems - Poems about Shrines

9.00 am he was at kine's shrine, 9.00 pm luck began to shine, 10.00 pm everything just fine; Over nothing again to pine... "Of all gods The Handsomest: kine! Gone he had to its shrine with wine To change life that tasted like brine, Soon begin to with icons dine, And clinch Mr President's line! Everyday to be there at Nine And reproduce an...

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Some enact outstanding feats of altruism in the world, some pray, administer and comfort; both create shrines of hope. Yet there are others tasked to reveal waymarks on invisible pathways, cairns and inuksuk, signs upon the trackless; word-symbols, akin to rocks and pebbles. Poets who scribble, often by chance, point a way, and when they do God builds a small shrine for them also....

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Thunderous roiling, tumbling, boiling, churning, burning Love misplaced, And the rage they saw the side of Janus as he turns his face to the past, Oh the unrequited Love shadows grim, dark, foreboding future that will ever last, I am thunder you are showers loves lost-- a yearning now takes its place The timelines the...

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MY MIND ESCAPES RUSTLING THOUGHTS WRAPPED IN IMAGES OF ENDLESS RIVERS AND SNOW WHITE SKIES, THIS ENCHANTMENT OF BEAUTY HAS RIPENED MY ADULT IMAGININGS,  CLOUDS DANCED WITH UNTOUCHABLE CHOREOGRAPHY, ALL THAT IS HOME TO ME WAS INFRONT OF MY EYES, LANDSCAPES ENTICE THE PASSIONS OF ALPINE HEIGHTS, THE HEART OF NATURE WAS LIKE ADMIRING A SUNSET IN...

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Of ancient shrines Of Ancient shrines rise Prometheus where buttressed walls crumble in the minds eye we take our dance of cosmic chance Colder shades then open seas in praise of life we seek we leave it to microbial dust and enrich the mind in symbolic rhyme Where beauty walks a shadows edge dissolved in empty...

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FOUNTAIN : LIQUOR BOTTLE SHRINES... Intoxicated and driven, Staggering to a higher purpose where they buy their souls Meeting with their Maker as they peak and overflow Seeing all these empty faces file in and out in dance to the tune No need to protect the treasure if it stifles their zenith In and out of bodies they seem to...

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shrines to those they lost dotting the southwest highways there are so many...

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