Silvering Poems - Poems about Silvering

...Lester sat in Lisa’s café that morn, his eyes mindlessly staring out the door, it was July of 1889, and new work young Lester now had to find. He’d left Jud’s ranch when he refused to pay, did......

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...I look down from clouds, in a plane I sit, And I stare at cotton, which is softly lit. A warm glow oozes through, on the comforting hills, With reds and yellows, my eyes it fills. The clouds be......

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...There is I am where the white dawn with the flying pigeons is where the golden noon with glittering afternoon is where the silvering dusk with rhythmic twittering is where the silent contemplatin......

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...Up there, a wonderful garden moon flowers, silvering the sky,,, Further away, igneous powerful garden of the sun ... Fire flowers crackle without burni......

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...His hair is alive, serpents writhing, a man Medusa of the tropics, as if he wore the demons of colonialism and injustice on his head, unforgetting, a dung-brown-and-black hologram of ......

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...the blooms silvering shimmering in patches of sunlight daubs of colour midst the frigid frost of fall: cursory change shapes all our lives......

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...Mirror mirror on the wall I went to the beauty salon today Silver strands ~ gone Long dark wavy hair ~ beautiful Bet you're jealous ~ ha Twirling away and singing "because I'm happy" by Pharr......

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...EVERY DAY the ticking of the clock a future promise... EVERY DAY the daydream, a deep glimpse silvering fragments through a lattice imagination takes hold its wings await... EVERY DAY ......

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...I spend time with a friend well, a pseudo-friend an acquaintance of sorts no, I guess he'd be a friend, ****, who knows one of those types you never really share your heart that authentic......

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...Jack Frost tonight goes on the prowl, As winters gloom now frosted scowl. Cold snaps those fingers, when Jack brings, Kisses on cheeks with frost-bitten stings. Frozen bones and an ic......

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...Natural Curiosity Do you wonder about the me on my inside As you gaze at the me on my outside, A counterpoint to those around us? What expectations do you hold, in keeping with my Wrinkled b......

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...When earths abundant harvest, nature displays. Then farmers will face, ever shortening days. As wet days of summer, change to shivering chills. Swirling light snow, veils those far distan......

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...You You are my moon by night: silvering my dreaming sleep, Limelighting my fond imaginings and phantom hopes. You are my sun by day: gilding my wakened thoughts, Burnishing my desires and heart......

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... A lighthouse blinked deep in the shadows' gray a fog-horn bordered at the distanced lines, few stars were scattering above the bay and scintillating mirrored in my eyes; - my eyes were......

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...BLACK LACE AND BLUEBELLS The lilt of floral summer found me waiting against a woodland tree, in the early evening sun, accompanied by birdsong, recalling you. Idling on grass sprin......

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