Tinkling Poems - Poems about Tinkling

...Christmas is a long song sung in winter, An epic poem written with white quill feather pen and Gold ink, and on clouds of paper, Beginning from a sneezing December to a Dizzying twelfth-calendar ......

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... Foppish fringe flutters..pianist tendrils tinkling.. Flitter finessing leathery fruits.. Caressing..stitched dreams tickled & tailored.. Swing..swerve in clandestine cahoots… Curve…vo......

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... Again, she bid me write upon that warm dark desert night Pen was hidden from my sight, a sleepy poet's sorrowed plight And in her flippant way upo......

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..."When nature exceeds culture, we have the rustic. When culture exceeds nature, we have the pedant." -Quote by Confucius ---------------------------------------------------------- feminine luxury......

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...Ellington is sitting and tinkling the black and white keys Coltrane standing and blowing like an autumn breeze Mood__ Nostalgic, misty-eyed, and feelings of tenderness Her sweet perfume ling......

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...CHINESE TRANSLATIONS IV These are English translations of Chinese poems about nature, the seasons, autumn, winter, spring, night, time, tears, flowers and love. Seeking a Mooring by Wang Wei ......

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...Butterfly princess landed in the garden on a warm May day She isn’t local, must be from an ever land far far away Her gown was refined, with corals, lavenders and sky blue She had dainty features,......

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... “The octopus’ tender tentacles tinkled like pomegranate bells ---" Cut, Cut Cut! What the 'H' are you talking about? ‘Tender tentacles of an octopus tinkling.’ Have you......

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...My angel I have heard on high. I'm lost. I don't know who I am. You seem so high up in the sky, and I am really in a jam. By the tinkling of heaven's chime, I ask myself, suppress a grin, ......

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...A Day of Reckoning Forenoon, it had been raining during the night the wizened winter landscape was now green and amongst olive trees long-legged sheep grazed; their pastor and, on occasions, ......

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...To where does my soul belong? at times my meandering mind wonders… Is it to the vast blue of the boundless sky or the tangerine rays of the sun at the crack of dawn or to those stars ......

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...Love in Kyiv by Natalka Bilotserkivets translation by Michael R. Burch Love is more terrible in Kyiv than spectacular Venetian passions, than butterflies morphing into bright tapers– winged c......

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...So it is slowly weeping Ever seeping Ever seeping Quietly pain is creeping Since death’s last reaping Here as my tears are twinkling Ever blinking Ever blinking My self no longer keeping O......

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...Letters from God to me. And you may come unto me, Very often and very assuredly, For by your side forever, I faithfully Promise you, that I will always stay And always, freely, abide with thee......

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... We were visiting good old Niagara Falls, the most beautiful place on earth. With its waterfall cadences and fresh lit sun, who could ask for anything more. Hand in hand we strolled together we......

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