Silvered Poems - Poems about Silvered

When first we met, in sailor town, the slim jim chased, and I was found. His greedy lips did hold me down. With me, he wed, and we were bound. But leaves did crisp and we did fall into set ways beneath old oak. The charm and grace did hit a wall, so I did wink and he awoke. He turned, placed kiss...

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In fields thick with ambrosia Honeysuckle scented air I will kiss your weary eyes Your face your lips your hair The sun scented warmth of your lovliness A fully baited trap I will have you tell me everything Your head upon my lap As I smooth your brow my beloved And comfort if I may your soul When twilight softly falls on the land We'll once...

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"The sun shall shine in ages yet to be, the musing moon illumine pastures dim, and afterwards a new nativity for all who slept the dreamless interim." ...

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A silvered cat in the moonlight walked. Looking for some food to eat. Unaware, he was being stalked. Ah, then he smelled a great fishy treat! Behind the bushes he went........ Not aware of the raccoon behind him. That silvered cat so driven by hunger and scent, Did not hear the raccoon's paws, closing in!              ...

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sunlight dims at dusk blaze diminished and fading as she slips to sea rise, the silvered moon with a scepter in his hand to rule starlit night celestial rapport harmony and unison as allied partners...

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A new quarter hits the pavement and clicks a slighter sound than the older ones that had swallowed silver to perfect their tone. These days, after eons of collecting, silvered quarter notes arise infrequently to touch the ear of an older guy or doll who remembers the enriched call, rising as if it wished to fly, and how much fun that coin could buy....

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Fallow my space Along shores of sand Emptied lines trace The waiting edge Of those who fly Hidden the silence That holds my blind space Knowledge leaves holes In the better part Of those who wait Silvered the seam That binds the sharp sea Fallen wings deem folly The broken parts Of those who know Rolling of waves The flood tide enters Who could ever tell The fullness it fills For those who have...

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Oaken Necklace Shorn to Fold silver berries diced by long panned gold light the way to days of old racial memories reawaked twist and roll as thirst is slaked with honey mead the druid wakes to tell the elders what he's dreamed This younger man with hair so white Has slipped and slithered thru the night...

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