Speculum Poems - Poems about Speculum

...warrant humaneness It's all surgeon bludgeon equanimity stratagem unfazed by quibbles coarse aqueous colander a memory pillow bled to venture perplexed spuriousness throb gr......Read the rest...

...The reflection of what you see To me, it deflects the purities that my spectral lenses catch Matching with every insecurity of Impurities overflowing as water through a gutter Cluttering me from ......Read the rest...

...As the mind is tabula rasa Runs into deep, deep into sleep-abyss Enchanted by the wave Unfasten by the speculum Grip up a dust from nebula Meridian air touch the hair Again to prepare for a slu......Read the rest...

...'Bunnies!', 'Yes, bunnies!' a lonely pooch sniffing the mound of dirt Sniff, sniff flung the Yorkie 'Bunnies!', 'Yes, bunnies!' 'Bunnies!' curl up cute and cuddly while across the wa......Read the rest...

...Twice the night had fallen upon a sleepless slumber, Yet again awoken by winter when the third was three in number. I sense that a silence doth sneak ‘tween cracks of weathered wood, Conniving w......Read the rest...

...If two heads are better than one How much better is three. For the time has come When Translators cannot agree. Nigel wrote the words in Latin script And much time has passed With many Lear......Read the rest...

...Part 18 it helps to see the spectrum of behaviors as a spectrum first of all not disorganized not random not to the degree the clergy would have it which makes them ridiculous as well as dang......Read the rest...

...A wince doth lurk wearing which wicked gaze, Of conniving cast shadows ‘tween my windowpanes. Gazing through the window’s diaphanous gelid glass, I see a flushing fluorescent misty haze of frot......Read the rest...

...Deep within the wooded thick of a coniferous forest's vascular limbs, A chorus of loons cry in mosaic croons which echo from where they swim. They swim in a lake, the sixth of eight; a link in a ......Read the rest...

...Once the night had fallen upon a sleepless slumber, Whence the winter woke me when the third was three in number. I sense that a wince doth lurk and wear which wicked gaze, Of conniving shadows ......Read the rest...

...i am not one to probe closet or dresser I am safe with your secrets if any as my mother asked me on her last day to get the gun to kill her I kew all my childhood where it was and the speculum t......Read the rest...

...Old man Cowell and boy Ted, Hardcore and alcohol unlocked doors in his head. Midnight’s rage held a speculum, every one of them became Brooks. Two escapes and from a sling, cast or uniform o......Read the rest...

...Many tales encase mirrors both glittering and new, still the reflections portrayed may become distorted by a single crack thus one becomes many. Light absorbed and then broken in to an array of colou......Read the rest...