Temperate Poems - Poems about Temperate

I am in a cold and empty house. It is an English summer, not too warm. From a window I can see the garden, it is a cottage garden, vegetables and flowers coexisting in a colorful niche of heaven. The house seems to lean toward the sun, yet no rays penetrate its gloom. From room to room there are nothing but sleeping ghosts. The wraiths...

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The Temperate Month of May Season of renewal and showers Boasts trees of leaves and blossoming flowers. Opening up green, yellow and red, For warbler perch and honeybee spread. Amorous advances by trill sing. And enticing blooms beckon, “Come drink!” There in the meadow where sun rays beam, And in the thickets down by the stream. Rain livens the arisen spirit. To conduct the ensemble...

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The Temperate Climes the temperate climes arriving soon taking possession of what will be hewn as untrimmed flora will be heaven bound with new seeds of love the earth will be crowned rain from the skies will bless holy ground to lease for awhile and wait while they’re housed natures complexion is no longer roused the flowers and plants conjoing as one continuing...

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Oh how I love the temperate zone! When all four seasons manifest. One by one they’ve come and gone; Rebirth of each now deemed the best. But just as one becomes too long, And tired of the wait, I yearn transition to the next. Like old familiar friends abate. Pristine rebirth from yearly rest, A welcomed change to clean the slate. The early green breaks...

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in our temperate dimension brimfull of flesh humour life's grand arena we're all made champions of Nod with laurel wreaths of hot wire and gristle, with gilded medallions hung on faded ribbon, bent when bitten, signifying nothing, echoing hollow cries of fickle crowds that don't give a damn huzzahs sharp with only a blood thirst, we shred, we claw, we saw all the bones, crazy for the marrow, sprinkle a scalp with love...

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Impermanence blows, Analysis of summer, For crystal clear snow....

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In spring the sun shines brightly after the wind has blown away the clouds Bright flowers bloom Let's take a walk by the stream A peaceful day ...

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Lie on rock Think of feathers While this cave keeps me sheltered I’ve slept like any man Crawling through dreams As bones curl Round, like limp branches On an empty willow. And hair dampens in our quiet cellar Or like an old rope, lost in trampled mud. Pale skin, creased and folded, Folding over. Murmured withdrawals As the face drips down, Down, to where the fleas feed...

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Temperate tongues mingle and press, And i cant lick without tasting sweet, My tongue glides up your leg but not past your dress. The power of unhealing emptiness needing to be stuffed seems to cross your feet. Endurance is where my tongue doesn't get tired of tasting, And like good wear I'm Everlasting, Kegels will not help you with this problem...

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A man who has rule over his spirit Is better than a temperate hero; The little seed of the meek grows every season But the mighty barn of the fiery man burns to zero. A little pinch on a temperate man Make him burn from morning till night , Even when he doents speak, in his mind He is...

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