Sweet Faced Poems - Poems about Sweet Faced

...The voice is mine and yet not, I have nurtured it, both goaded, and placated it, until its tongue is as liquid as molten silver. It is not human, never was. It came to me as a stray dog would......

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...Amélie Beth Harris -McGeehan Acknowledgment of birthday gal, whose invaluable priceless worth exceeds more'n a bajillion dollars. First born of Boyce and Harriet (both long since deceased,......

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...She sat beneath a shady tree Pretty, Pert and sweet was she Until a soft breeze lifted her skirt Showing her knees which were full of dirt. Shabby shoes and smelly socks looked odd with lovely......

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...Sam Adams Lived in Medford Oregon Where he ran a vacation home business And was part of the Ashland Chamber of Commerce Who were his adopted family One day he was out on the mountain highway ......

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... Walk the beach Gulls beseech Westward breeze Warm to please Waves roll in Mermaids grin Romance one Setting sun Colors glow Quite a show Stars alight Special sight ......

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...The 36% Poem I recall going to the stained-glass church as a child and wishing the Jesus statue would move, that he would just step down from that hanging cross and walk among us, casting drop......

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...My path beyond the shores of time from life to there are maritime ripples. Harrowing blades of rain hammered from storm-clouds shatter puddles of glass to rolling streams of echoes, Misery’s tra......

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...The mourning dove visits daily, comes for her noontime meal. This sweet-faced bird also has the sweetest song, a haunting melody. But what is most endearing is her politesse, her courtesy, her hangin......

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...Brutus Iulius Trois Page 03 Grey eyed Brutus was truly a Trojan son as he attended his father upon a great hunt Jealous Juno hated this Brutus this Trois her anger caused his arrow to slay ......

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...THE MAN WITH SWOLLEN, RED FACE Father of Elaine The very quiet The sad sweet faced girl Every night at sundown here he comes weaving Just ......

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