Sieved Poems - Poems about Sieved

...Pink hue flamingo it must be due to all the carotenoid pigments feasted on algae and crustaceans An elongated neck spirals and filters such sensations Sharing color is Okinawa salmon sushi, ......

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...WHAT ARE WE What are we, but all merely pretenders Living a fantasy that our evolution’s done For sure, we do exercise a conscious mind But we are not unique, I think you’ll find We have emoti......

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... Deprived of sleep the mind revolves in a slowly turning gyre of thoughts, capturing the past and future in its spiral to feed its want and taunt the will. Dawn becomes a cruel mirage ......

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...Path walked measured with words, Stripping the unwanted ones down, to be newly clothed. Lost swooning over how much happiness the heart can take, Felt those properly sieved emotions flowing ......

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... KOMOREBI Pushing dense bush walking in pathless forest under tree canopy, continuous. At dawn sun rays penetrating at best, torching dark tunnel , maki......

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...Ale and horses There was only one brewery in our hometown covering the whole district on flat-bed wagons with 50 horses to get work as a driver was a sought-after occupation when crates had been......

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...This reality is not one dream world but a collaboration of all our choices. Multi-layered it is, but it is not as infinity plural as the actual spiritual cosmos. A dog walks into a bar one fu......

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...At last, Education stood to teach. Acres of agonizing memory. Hectares of Hecate, Tripling in advance of nonsense. Peering round and round in vertical cylinders. Spun web-less in a lore o......

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...The air seems broken today low and high clouds shred and fracture. Breathing has to be sieved through a fine mesh of mindfulness and bellows worked by the laboring hands of thought. The cra......

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...In my twilight years I have grown silver, weaved inside my hair and aging thoughts. It reminds me of the first time I saw a star beneath the first aurora hint of a bran new dawn; ......

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...In the safe refuge of lyrical poetry, I cocooned. My broken shards fell on a tear-stained screen. I am the one who steers my own route attuned. With every brushstroke, many specks are ......

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...We dump waste To recycle, remade or reuse But we hide our feelings deep in the heart Never mean for recycling Happiness to be appreciated, to be remembered And sadness to be discarded Or to be......

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......Then working with the government, who always liked more western cash, they set up an agreement that they hoped could contain this backlash. Two scientists could see the arc, and work to ver......

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...High on a blustery jut he flouts his fear upon a buoyant swell. Breathes in the tang of crowberries and storm clouds aroma’s sieved through wind and limestone, sheep piss and heather. Way down ......

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...Spring is a time of rebirth and rejuvenation, A vernal season of whimsical invigoration. Admiration is conveyed through this way, It relishes a bit like freshly fallen rain spray. A......

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