Waylaying Poems - Poems about Waylaying

...w o r d s wondrously wielded warm wenches wise with witless wet with woe w i c k e d weaselly wolves w i z a r d s warping wills watering wishing wells waylaying wishful w o m e n who wa......

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...I missed Korea and Vietnam, growing up too slow for the harvest. Of the survivors, many seemed numbed, as if Nurse Ratched had broken their minds with a hatchet. Out of Iraq and Afghanist......

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...This Quest, Was It But A Sad Rage Against The Storm As I wade through this poisonous wilderness- alone Raging fury contained well within my breast Seeing earth's darkness, cold- cold as a frozen......

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...Yes, love is no more or less reliable the more you check on this. Just like the frigid days of winter make their way for the pleasures that lay in awe of Spring I'm finding. Yes from when turning......

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...Yes, our Creator's Love; this always comes and it goes between to good people and or thing, and in and between Him just as each uses this all; to remain faithfully helpful; to this effort of remainin......

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...Faith offered in the advance of ourselves, in our Creator, in all life is the best leverage for the (H)onest, (O)pen and ever-(W)illful heart. Letting go of this for another is the gracious welcome a......

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...Everywhere I encounter a scaring ghost It is the beautiful shadow of my lover Flying, hiding, teasing, mocking, itching It does not give me time to live as myself I cast my eyes over the Rainbo......

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...I sat on a rocky in a lonely place the things I saw that indicated a lot to me about facts of life I watched spiders trapping prey preys trying to regain freedom Lizards lying on rocks pret......

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...I’ve said my goodbyes to you A long time ago But still the memories return Haunting, waylaying me – in the night I recall that night I walked to Ela Beach Just to be nearer To speak to you It was c......

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...-lost in two worlds- On a dead log way laying the crescent ox-bow Illuminated by the pink sun of a drowning Sunday They used to sit there on the fresh log And watch the sun drift into the peaceful n......

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...I Slept with a Female Mosquito – part VI Me I know you well; yes I do The leader knows: I deal with data Stagnant water and you stagnate Consort zone of your flock Lazy laying folks, playing,......

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...Brick buildings bombard the burden of solitude; brought on by the blossoming horizon. Winds weave through walls of concrete; waylaying waves of waste upward. Sounds spawn the scent of the seaso......

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