Stencilled Poems - Poems about Stencilled

...{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 ......Read More

...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......Read More

...Those shimmering folds of red, blue, purple... What fine stone powder Has painted your siliceous pictograms The witchy, supercharged plenum of your fragrance is White, Doric and hazy Like memo......Read More

... 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-......Read More

... 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 sa......Read More

...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......Read More

...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......Read More

...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......Read More

...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......Read More

...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......Read More