Stanchions Poems - Poems about Stanchions

...Half flesh, half steel, sinews and twined wire, Begotten in the heat of half-love, tempered By hatred and the axe, fathered by one Who killed her mother, the male chauvinist boar Whose eye-teeth,......

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...In the safe refuge of lyrical poetry, I cocooned. My broken shards fell on a tear-stained screen. I am the one who steers my own route attuned. With every brushstroke, many specks are ......

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...Sycamores standing bold and naked Leafless limbs facing the chilly breeze Without broad leaves appear wasted, Sycamores standing bold and naked As stanchions are almost over-rated, ......

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...the Golden Gate, she sang to me in a darkened whispered voice El Niño crying like a spoiled child of all the sad souls brought to her with desperation’s choice that flew like angels from her tr......

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...Purple mountains, majestic against an azure sky, Rise to greet the passing rain-filled nimbus clouds Above the verdant forests along the canyon rim, Where sparrow hawks and other birds......

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...A midnight shriek or sudden bang Disrupts the thread of tales, Entangled in unconscious mind With sounds of lashing flails. Wherefrom it comes, whither it goes? I threw my eyes up there, The ......

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...I have no thought on which or why Or how the breaking stanchions lie A dearest ear pressed to the earth To hear those crying pains of birth Proud, horrid heart......

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... There's a spot on the horizon In the ripple of the sun Where railway lines and stanchions fuse And merge, becoming one. I was staring from the platform When a distant dot appeared. It grew ......

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...High above gray Manhattan’s marge, ‘Midst toothsome towers in the sky, A construction crane there looms large, Dwarfing the crowds of passersby. A new building grows, rising high, Clouding an......

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...Days of Forever With every day, we plant a bit gather a bit, use a bit. Time’s waning irrigation renders dry many tributaries. From high in the ethos-sphere some of purity’s regenerati......

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...from down on the flats we can see high-on-the-hills poetry sonnets like mansions sestinas in stanchions they fill our dulled hearts with much glee......

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...Springing free from glistening Fronds The summers heat leaps for Height; Whilst drifting obscurely far Above A distant lark now hangs in Flight. Floats down his sweet trill, Accompanie......

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...10236 Charing Cross Road Holmby Hills, CA. 90077 To go where young rabbits frolic and dance Would be a sweet treat if I had the chance To swim in the water where famous cottont......

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...Bankrupt Inner Lives by Odin Roark At night The vacuous feel only their emptiness Lining up in the dark Beside stanchions of velvet rope As condor sentries lift anchor-like hooks ......

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...The wolf wind rakes its teeth across the stanchions of paper birches seeming to peel strips of bark rolling back the pristine white flesh to the tanned heart.......

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