Stencilled Poems - Poems about Stencilled

...Moon's midriff chequered with light blue letterboxes and legos Carbon-dating the museums of our miniature hands riding the nightingale jukeboxes, Contoured in concertos of glacier nightgowns and ......

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...{August is Woman’s Month in South Africa. August 9th is Woman’s Day. August 8th is an opening of the Lion’s Portal to Cosmic Strength. This poem is for all the Lion Hearted women who have crossed my ......

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...A sign, slanted rays in mid-morning hour. Opening of tomb with power. Before it spoke, was hidden in tree’s womb - scar of wood, in tandem two parts. Much like the sign on Calvary - I A......

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...Cruelty danced 'cross his stencilled mustache Sparks of Evil flashed from his roving eye A wicked Sneer curled 'round his too-thin lips His fingers like claws bespoke a master spy Trench-co......

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...the topped her desire with a cherry on the cake icing sugar crux of the biscuit cusp of pure delight candles had outgrown the sweet surface of pastry but she cherished her life just the same......

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...Or Bored With The Rings Carved into a tree in Mirkwood: Watch out for Treebeard, girls. He's fast! On a restroom wall in the Shire: Hoo boy! that Bilbo Baggins, I'm so tired of His Na......

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...Yesterday I followed a trail of coffee beans stencilled into the contours of Anouk’s dress: tapioca coloured lips serenaded coral and mustard tweed, near the surface of the Java Sea. A boat was anc......

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...A Forgery of such style In a touch shall call, again, to sigh and fall. To the Ageless Jazz leap, 'round midnight A Generique Portrait Consumed out of Love Never wasting their pre......

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...Behind the barricade of books and papers, In the earthy rise of espresso grinding, Misty jets and the steaming milk, Lavish scents and aromas black and silk; Until the senses swim in their fi......

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...I embrace the nocturnal shade coiled beneath tangerine lamplight on the corner of the street in case a certain little lady walks by. I am ever watchful in the telephone kiosk bathed in smel......

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