Stanched Poems - Poems about Stanched

... Of ocean’s roar, dark tales are told Of swimmers dragged into its fold Incautious choices, foolish-bold Ne’er seen again, their bells have tolled Of hairpin turns ......

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...My childhood of the 1960's, all those years ago, feels like a Saturday in my journey nostalgic. The Cowsill's song "Flower Girl," their purity of song, of smiles. A daydream streams, of runnin......

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...The race for this thing still goes on and you have to meet me before the break of dawn, somewhere beyond the clouds I envision an oracle coming out of the sea and the people are standing in long line......

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...PARROT PAIR Parrot pair perching on branch, thinking deep, also taking rest, where to build a cosy nest, both being devoted and ......

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...Apple of my eye darling daughter numero deux gifted me... Twenty four years ago – February 4th, 2023, whose existence begat by this dada and da mama aye revel in your bursting at figurative ......

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...Mothers have come from throughout Earth to bury our post-Trumpian dead. Bringing both gifts and lamentations as each finds appropriate for healing what cannot be stanched and scabbed. As ga......

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...Shana Aubrey Harris – whose existence begat by dada and da mama; aye revel your bursting at figurative seams viz maturation, and know by chatting over telephone, your aura, charisma, and pe......

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...I arrived with the face of a ghost, or an apparition of belief that substance could be contained within a box of stone...or upon the bark of a tree, a memorial existing only in the vacuole of one'......

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...It was on a day quite ordinary that the stream of consciousness bore gifts of green and white and frozen silver, where the old ones walked. For here a boy about to turn away broke off his waking rev......

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...Daggled and bloodied, the young man lay upon the ground where he’d been left.. .left by vile men who, spurred by senseless hate and ravenous for a taste of violence, had lured him with false fell......

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...my life was dull,boring and a choir. From the state I was born I no longer adored I was the girl who knew exactly what she wanted, with dreams fulfilled, her happiness was still haunted. Bo......

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...My cigarette is burning in the ashtray I'm trying but I can't sleep There are too many things on my mind How do you do this to me Another long drag on that cigarette But all my nerves do is race......

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