Smelting Poems - Poems about Smelting

...And still his death haunts webbed wide world post American Civil War Preface: On the evening of April 14, 1865, while attending a special performance of the comedy, "Our American Cousin," Presiden......

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...The Hedgerow birds are wilting; and even the circling hark gives them no alarm. The hot irons of the sun are smelting bones. This listless stupor threatens to unwind the mainsprings of joy. ......

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...In the lapse of time Here i am again Smelting in solitude Scorching in darkness Searching in blindfolds When all other seasons collapse and glaciers starts melting Spring reborns with surpri......

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...February 27 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Joshua 4-6 Key Verse – Joshua 4:14 On that day the LORD magnified Joshua in the sight of all Israel; and they feared him, as they fea......

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...A heat wave in Winter does not a smile make. To be lulled into relaxation would be a mistake. Don't pray for the rain if you fear the storms. Gulf heat greets the cold, and the clouds form. Flo......

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...Ford's Theater, April 15th, 1865... Petersen House, Washington, D.C. I admit to own a passion for the Civil War in general, and the life and death of the sixteenth president in particular bet......

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...Enough murdering and burning my spirit. Stop making fun of my heart and soul wicket. Please have compassion and break the chains. Quagmire for the bonded smelting to be flames. Have......

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...The Hedgerow birds are wilting, even the circling hawk gives them no alarm. All is too low to the baking ground, the hot irons of the sun are smelting bones. This listless stupor threatens t......

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...Destiny demands that we be the debtor that we sacrafice for the skin of our future, We left the cradle of the Caucasuses to explore, to plant the dreams of our Creator, venturing into the virgin......

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...Southern Icarus by Michael R. Burch Windborne, lover of heights, unspooled from the truck’s wildly lurching embrace, you climb, skittish kite... What do you know of the world’s despair, gli......

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...The Hedgerow birds are wilting; they will not sing and even the circling hawk gives them no alarm for he also is weary and tries only to catch a cooling breeze. In the shade of a whit......

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...The Stop & Shop strike v. Game of Thrones. In Game what’s not made plain is the condition of the people compared with warriors and queens. There’s no mention of land-clearance, tree-felling, p......

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...All my goldfish, died today Why did they have to go away Poor fishy wishy please come home the tank is empty, apart from your bones Perhaps tomorrow i’ll go buy some more ......

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...The King dreamed of a contraption, a device that would light up his night, so nice No wax melting, no moths smelting Not all that long ago... He dreamed of food and drink always cold ......

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...This desertscape dotted with feathers. What need? I haven’t a need for umbilical utensils utterly useless on a Sanskrit road long as the maiden’s Genghis apron white as white gypsum in Alamogo......

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