Tamp Down Poems - Poems about Tamp Down

...Habit is Heaven's tame redress: it tugs down the skirts of Happiness. —Alexander Pushkin, translation by Michael R. Burch Till, conquered by gusts of cold air, as Winter approaches, I find, on......

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...Beneath a callused skin of light the hunched and mustered clap a prayer between a leaking sight. It is the earth that mourns itself, whether baldly thrown or loamy laid the silent soil repaint......

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...Ah, to reminisce, to peer through rose colored glasses smooth the edges of pointed encounters tamp down the burning embers of memory smoldering in silent seclusion. To change the tone texture......

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...The day of courage has come, I'll tamp down our rage, Take studies in strides as I re-new Truth's defense, Steady the chapters, the verses of pen and page, Embrace the tabled periods, make joyful ......

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...Our unhinged president, (a veritable loathsome miscreant) cannot get away with murder, nor will mine paltry poetic (side winding) gambit help clinch deserved punishment for leader of free world......

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... A Thousand Points of Light! ! ! ! ! Once a beacon of democracy A shining light on the hill The ‘American Dream’ Anyone can ‘make it’ Never more than aspirational Structu......

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...Methinks resurgence of wakefulness after bewitching hour i.e. midnight quickly dissipating before dawn quasi baptism regarding preternatural soulful immersion amidst spiritus mundi foretaste ......

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...Flight songs have forsaken the lark, where flood and fire forage the dark. From coast to coast our prayer on wings. O Lord have mercy the choir sings. Firefighters on lawn, brave and tired. Nu......

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...THE FIRE INSIDE I have to tamp down the fire inside for not all are stoked with flaming eyes my cheeriness might be their demise the fire inside explosive it drives the quiet......

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...Each year when the summer is nigh I drag out my planters and buy Some flowers to plant But somehow I can't Make them grow, though I really do try. I gently tamp down all the soil. W......

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...From 2010. Narrator is Robert Gibbs, snooty White House Press Secretary. Lay, O Lord, a curse on press men, rude and churlish, sad, obsessed men Who persist to query me on matters they know I mu......

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...Today's closing hangs lower than it did yesterday, trying to mess with tomorrow's dreams. Sitting here, dressed in a wry smile, my heart whispers to a sky, tie-dyed with the jewel of Navaho......

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