Tauten Poems - Poems about Tauten

...As I sit here I can hear a broken clock Tick.. Tock... Tick.. Minutes turning into hours Each one faster than the one before The constant motion from both its hands, has st......

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...A will-o-the-wisp awakens under a northern frosted marsh and leaves, heat-wilted, are shaken No whispers, just a shiver harsh… This phantom cold on limbs, so brief! A will-of-the-wisp awakens…......

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...Completing the Pattern by Michael R. Burch Walk with me now, among the transfixed dead who kept life’s compact and who thus endure harsh sentence here?among pink-petaled beds and manicured gre......

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...I ride the bus... Tilt a bit, balance- ponder later. Yolk yellow and sky blue, chalk grey paint. Steel rectangles; winding parallel lines. Circles- Eternal. Toothed horizons- golden r......

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...This chair has chipped paint. Its shadow gangly in the light spilling through the window. A deep buttercup bisque steeps. Through this stream, ember motility of curdled cream seeps ......

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...This chair has chipped paint. Its shadow gangly in the light spilling through the window. A deep buttercup bisque steeps. Through this stream, ember motility of curdled cream seeps ......

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...Love has a Southern flavor: honeydew, ripe cantaloupe, the honeysuckle’s spout we tilt to basking faces to breathe out the ordinary, and inhale perfume ... Love’s Dixieland-rambunctious: tangle......

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...This chair has chipped paint. Its shadow gangly in the light spilling through the window. A deep buttercup bisque steeps. Through this stream, ember motility of curdled cream seeps ......

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...The silence... The stillness Akin to shadows, long fingers reach Warriors and I Lie here in the hallow Fear…beside us, beseech! Where is the enemy? Whispers seem to ring out Lips from my fi......

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