Thirty Six Poems - Poems about Thirty Six

The pilot formally announced the desired cruising height was reached. At three hundred and forty knots the plane flew like a cruise missile. As I peered out of my window above cotton cumulus clouds such stunning sights of serene scenes within my musing mind did meld. Blue-grey clouds created an ocean of tranquility and beauty in which islands of snow-like clouds reared up like...

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The invisible eye is where imagination lies....

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Inside twinkling eyes of nights bloom Garden flowers whisper Peeking through tree branches, heads nod Vines twine graceful arbor crown ...

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Inside twinkling eyes of nights bloom Garden flowers whisper Peeking through tree branches, heads nod Vines twine graceful arbor crown ...

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If all could be said With one hundred thirty six words Could my thoughts be coherent Would words travel in herds Would they race across pages receiving thunderous applause Would they cause one to ponder or take a moment of pause If words could take flight Somehow written in the sky There your eyes might marvel thoughts traveling high Witness the majesty of words...

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` I’ll start with one The easiest way To compose a poem This wonderful day Not much at counting Math’s not for me Algebra, Calculus Geometry Too many numbers Written in pen Add this, subtract that Then do it again Now I am closer Checking the sum Maybe mistaken I’m kind of dumb But I keep writing Following rules Using my phrases Poetic tools Spilling my verses Out on the page Regardless of meaning No matter the...

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…ten, so close, but soon it will be over …nine, it seems each moment’s moving slower …eight, what a long, lonely, difficult year, …seven, all the lost hugs and brushed away tears …six, twelve months of the worst of the worst …five, it seems each day was sorely cursed …four, as if life ended in this single set of seasons …three,...

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When life hands you casts keep your crutches near and your Dearest by your side...

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sighs invade my fingertips, scratching whorls and loops-- and all that comes to mind is the littleness of my heart. of how it cannot take this, that, much, of regret-grief-silence this realization, (the smallness of my heart) makes me sad, but somewhat also falls into place of how I have become numb, dumb, bumbling I never seem to do enough for others, yet...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake: Part Thirty-Six Hardly had the CS drawn tight the net round the mosque and lake The red phone on his desk at the Préfecture signalled a break Through at the Orly Airport end: “Guests from the Near East: ARRIVED!” Protocol required their being transported for Prophet’s sake! The Foreign Office rushed to proffer red carpet...

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For a change let me ride shotgun you can be the driver, show me you're driven and let me get lost in conversation with your sentences, take me where no woman could but what I always wanted them too. Take me to a place where the physical doesn't exist I want you to lose me...

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