Subdivided Poems - Poems about Subdivided

...I. In the beginning was the Single Stroke Roll— left-right, left-right, the primordial heartbeat of existence itself, each alternation a binary choice between being and non-being......

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...Now Buxton is the place to stay when hiking in “the Dales”, But your schedule’s shot to pieces if you’re troubled by strong gales, On a campsite in the Pennines the wind was blowing bitterly I con......

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...subdivided into pities and regrets, radiating dark pain of disappointment, on the face semi plastic caustic opaque already smeared blood and venom. but isn't everything the same? I mean, our u......

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...When the beloved disciple named John wrote in the first line of his gospel book, He was writing to his Jewish people because over time their God they forsook, “In the beginning was the Word, and t......

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...Gods Country Gods country as a whole Is a whole country united A whole continent un-subdivided Without senseless violence In any shape or form. Unlined with barbed wire strung tight Spannin......

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...The half-eaten, rotten remains of a culture Still tastes like success to a ravenous vulture To his chin, a sparkling teardrop drips Into the abysmal from their slipping tight grips Atop the tip......

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...According to an ancient tradition One can distinguish between two senses of Scripture The literal and spiritual The latter being subdivided into Allegorical Moral and Anagogical senses The ......

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...It All Started With A Parade All walks of people crowding the streets Like moving vessels of a mighty fleet. Jolly Diana, a wake-up call at dawn; A throng is gathered down the town. Cadets go m......

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...What was this unarticulated joy that beat inside my chest? That which was expected and is past reflected numens chanting to my spirit, as if subdivided in my superconsciousness, I may not bear the......

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...I'm living in a wayward town spawned from the the Lehigh's past days of exporting and trading. A past where railways and waterways soppourted a nation. Now ,a somewhat shallow river windi......

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