Steepled Poems - Poems about Steepled

...I’d put on the gray drab uniform, catch the yellow bus, while other villagers made a pilgrimage to Violet Avenue Elementary School, and us parochials would be driven to the now closed St. Peters......

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...I would love to run after the midnight sun And visit the fjords, museums, and shops I would take to the forests on the run And pick berries and hike the mountain tops Oslo Norway I saw thru the......

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...Sunday sits unmoved. The theater pipes on fire. Restorative proved - join the next door choir in heart, soul, mind and strength of eye, O God! Paired with our pastor. He wears grief well and......

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...Token of Blessing Simple brass token sits with anticipation, Like pennies, abandoned in the streets, wait, Gracing my desk with reminisce Of an inlet crossed by a narrow bridge - To an islan......

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...Still, in my pajamas, cold, ‘tis Winter. Purple and gray wool socks, and still, cold feet. Yet i’d walk down into the oaks, with sun’s light be soaked, at the Summer-plumed heartbeat. Into ......

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...Inspired And in awe of Majestic Beauty. . Stagnant moss and patches of lichen Cling to weathered uneven Sandstone dry stone walls Segregating lush green moorland Surrounded by silent sisters s......

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...Weepers with hoods — tear-stained, faceless. Dirge monks with shields. Knight of the golden fleece on a slab in requiem. The silent mouth of Cicero. Fell in love with this funereal piece —......

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...Upwards you gazed, poignantly painting me like no one had before, nor has done since. Concentric white and yellow circles. Free of any common bearing or pretense. I'd seen idyllic villages befo......

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...The nature of the leaves praising thee On this fine Sunday morn’ the church are we Each one as we do our bit in the sun That shines through ......

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...CURIO NUN placed in the palm of my hand, a wee little nun with praying hands. this tiny sculpture hugged my heart, at once filled my eyes with salty tears. certainly my Aunt leans on my sh......

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...I had a dog way back when With white teeth and tail a wag He slept so fine in steepled den Crunched on a chicken, like a rag With eyes of brown, and fur of black Patrolled the farm, a canine c......

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...HARBINGERS OF MORNING Seam-splitting the rim of an eastern sky, morning's radiant golds grading down the rimpled brow of mountains leapfrogs out of the high hilled hori......

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...River Findings The Ohio winds around hills and streams down the hollows passes steel mills, brick yards and scrap yards. It carries tug boats, pushes barges, and hauls black coal stripped from......

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...NEVERMORE What hell! Of pale-green fever that slithers and shakes no longer, clammy under a cold clean sheet. Feel the weight of gold roses placed over the splintered sphinx, luck of flots......

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...Sutherland No More – A Proclamation Sutherland Springs from the pages of my media feed, A story of guns, grief and the need, for no more. Sutherland no more. The innocent and the free sitting i......

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