Supplicants Poems - Poems about Supplicants

...In the sylvan sewers of Fritchy's tombie the Pottawattamie beavers play deep beneath the verdant pastures where dead skunks and possum lay Circling skyward glowing wierdly jack......

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...Look at us O heavens deity! Look at us from Heaven Bower Supplicants at thee are gazing Bounties unto them thou shower Midst of palest lights they singth Hymns for Thee in Holy hour......

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...As buried seeds that germinate We one day from the graves will rise All life this fear devoured our hearts All life we paid this scenery's price Oh that this day thee I can find! Oh that Th......

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...To my Sweet Grandma Thy love, thy sacred smiling face I cant forget till final breath Thy beauteous eyes, thy charming smile Thou are goddess of vale of Death I often see thee in the drea......

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...An empty pocket is an empty pocket that's all Joshua can see the tears of its hunger a reminder of a protracted destiny while donations to the temples confirm the need for charity an immoral ci......

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...In a lonely garden there' s a shrine where upon a rough hewn stone is writ: “GOD IS LOVE.” The devoted supplicants make wail, water the flowers, feed with crumbs the sacramental dove. A pri......

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...born under the sea, an irresistible force two bodies reluctantly embrace, shunting, shifting, tectonic drifting alongside the southern Iapetus Ocean equatorial deep-time child of Laurentia a......

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...Indigo's child lives in turquoise walled creativity. Her temple roof of cobalt glass slashed with aquamarine radiates peace with purpose steel dolphin joyfulness as sun's waves reflect hourly......

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...Safe, at long last, behind closed, locked doors and windows, behind heavy, hanging, purple drapery: plush, pellucid, subterranean refuge. Far from the proverbial maddening crowd, out of sight:......

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...In a lonely garden is a shrine where upon a rough hewn stone is writ: “GOD IS LOVE.” The devoted supplicants make wail, water the flowers, feed with crumbs the sacramental dove. A priest, d......

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...The country is painted red By the hand that seals our fate The pain requires of a poet a sad poem The hope of the supplicants Is sickened by the festering ulcer of infamy The absence of civility......

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...For all that it is worth was contained in a single droplet of thought in symbiotic deliverance shall pass perhaps unnoticed by a billion suns or find it’s way in chaotic course discover the encha......

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...es ist ein 'Rose' entsprungen Just outside the city walls ringed in roses, Rosenfriedhof, Rose Cemetery blooms, fairest in the Fatherland. Leaven cakes iced in concrete or royal brass pan th......

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...Ghosts of the Sun Dance 1. The Path A quest dating back through our history Surpassing the flesh, a spiritual path Human endurance, road to mystery Dark trail winding through t......

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...Shadows stretch, and hungrily they gobble up the cold and homeless, Joe and Mary shiver, searching street fronts for some sign of meekness. Mary's pregnant, Joe is jobless,......

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