Visiting Poems - Poems about Visiting

"Etched in stone- names of honored souls- remembering their roles and goals." ...

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Sheila had never felt this cold Her feet were pink and freezing She needed a new pair of socks Her grandmother gave her two pairs Put them on top of each other, she said Sheila’s teeth were chattering She could not get warm I will add kindling to the wood stove said Gram She also brought the quilt off her bed Sheila stood next...

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Foundation. Does visiting a medium change your life perspective forever? Have you visited one? Title: Rêves de Miss Applegate (Dreams of Miss Applegate) (A female voice whispers) I can still see her Old Marie Laveau Dressed in motherly blue I can't pretend In my scrying mirror Looking back And smiling Summoned to haunt me From when I visited Big Mama Aurelia Somewhere out on the water village,...

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I came to dance to my song; to move well and rhythmically, but not for too long To dance like nobody's watching, just feeling the groove; moving like nobody's business with nothing to prove... I came to do my part. To give, receive, and come straight from the heart To make a difference wherever and whenever I can Wandering while wondering with...

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Standing on dry leaves My boots is cracking every step Looking at boots print push behind The only imprint you see big in the middle Aside from this crackling sound Strong wind playing the leaves to and from Fanning my warm body to chilling effect This is what forest gives lungs a freebies Rejuvinate a heart that wearysome yesterday Remembering once more reviving youthful...

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I missed the river The way the full moon hangs low over the horizon The streams of its light bouncing off the ripples in the dark water The scent of sand and shell Driftwood The feel of perfectly polished stones in my hands The wind that gently tugs at my soul drawing me closer Pulling me in While I sit on the banks...

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Hanging on the parlor wall, over paper the color of leaves in fall, is a magnificent painting. Full of hopes and dreams, and all those things, full of life and love and color. It is masterfully done (and "masterfully" hung). From my plush chair, I admire it. Tilting my head from side to side, and closing one eye, examining the brush strokes. It is unique in every...

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Visiting my father  I met my brother in the town where he was on his way to see our father and wanted me to tag along He, our dad, lived in an old house and surprised to see his youngest son also He brought beer from the kitchen and my brother and he spoke about labor politics  I was at the time a communist...

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they are beatnik cats, their house is a bit much I was told. Their colors were all warm – purples, reds, pinks, all bold. I love it here I said, sitting down in a cozy sixties beatnik chair. Of course, by the time I left my rear end was full of cat hair....

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they are beatnik cats, their house is a bit much I was told. Their colors were all warm – purples, reds, pinks, all bold. I love it here I said, sitting down in a cozy sixties beatnik chair. Of course, by the time I left my rear end was full of cat hair....

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I dropped by the cemetery in weather unfair The trees nearby were almost bare It was an Autumn day , windy cold One could sense a new season about to unfold A time of inevitable change or impending doom A new beginning or the ending tapestry on some eternal loom The moan of wind and creak of oaks was the only...

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When I open my mouth Bats emerge or worse, or better What more can be said How much more to know To share, to oversimplify Borders, places That feel familiar, but not My story My language, my beliefs But not my place The stories that Illustrate Castigate And just wander In normal conversations Ordinary paradoxes Of those who are Asking for help Looking for Dignity Place Something ordinary...

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Most local folk lore is intended to unnerve but I think there's validity to the Haunted horse shoe curve. The building of our nations rails took a terrible toll on the Irish, the Chinese, and many other souls.. This was once a very thriving railroad town, now the population dwindles yet some ghosts still stick around.. Three years ago I bought my...

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Standing still as if frozen She watched them drive away Their visit time so short with little sharing talk just ‘gotta go, gotta go’ and so they did. She stood looking after them for some time, lingering...

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I'm glad I came to see you today, since we last met, my life has been in a little disarray, but there was something about the orange in the sky, I couldn't help but think of you when I looked up high, I was thinking about the fall when we made those crazy face pumpkins, and how my heart quickened...

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