Subsists Poems - Poems about Subsists

... (A lone voice whispers) Did no one tell you that true Magic exists Just hidden somewhere deep In most societies Sought after by convicts of the mundane Profane addicts, who cry out i......

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...Indians have been making big splash, And now there’s this Patel called Kash. What, never heard of him? He heads FBI team, In highly-held hyphens, big dash, One subsists or just leaves, He in hi......

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...Ruse of the evil grimace also known as "Blondie" A real hunter (and huntress), she stands five feet and tips the scales at most one hundred pounds. Despite looking like a little girl, her stoc......

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...As thorns exist with the rose, or redness subsists with blood The evil that dwells in hearts has its traits in the physique. Though humans try to nip all negativism in the bud, Expressions of the ......

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... The whirlwind of time drifts my soul from life rooted transient in the present to the distant desolate nowhere where I was once, but left forever. That’s the fading past receding f......

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... Written: November 14, 2023 For Robert James Liguori _____________________________________ Sitting in my comfy chair with my injured knees Insouciant spent time......

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...This, as it is, stripped and reduced - undone by raging, torrential, opened senses; To its elemental couplings of unbridled pieces. Here is life, in towering, brindled expanse, that swallows ......

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...I die, we all die... plant, the flower, flesh die.. only love ethereal eternal subsists ........

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...I am a paling star to be washed out In the dazzling brightness of the arriving dawn A calendar that ran out of time A broken guitar with strings loose I will soon exit out of life Like......

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...The attributes of the Church is three: authority, infallibility and indefectibility By the authority of Church I mean the right and power which the Pope and the Bishops, as the successor of the Apos......

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...On a chain - I wear a cross. Around my neck I do. I don’t wear it to say, “I Am”. I don’t wear it for you. For me - it’s now a symbol of compassion and humility and the world’s need for love. ......

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...Last Trains at the End of an Echo by Sy Roth The Conestoga wagons littered the wasteland with their spiny bones in search of the comfort of others clattering, grinding wheels singi......

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...At the collapsing edge of the shrinking time in the fading gleam of the terminal twilight hour, down the misty memory lane masked by shadows, I see me walk my adoring children on their......

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...If true love subsists Then hate the truth It should not be done though This world must be great We will live in a human society Full of love and peace It needs to subsist life And beyond the......

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...At the edge of the shrinking time in the gleam of pale twilight hour, down the misty memory lane I see me walk my children on the changing contours of childhood, hands held with paternal care, ......

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