Whetstone Poems - Poems about Whetstone

...He hones his purpose on a stone whet of spite, Edge kissed to gleam in the dead of night. Relentless is the echo tuned to hindsight. Endless in the knowing his cause is right. His grip is firm,......

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...There is no denying the power of love. It is a splendid teacher Quite adept at instructing us In ways that completely alter our character, And telling us how to be what we never were, Or never e......

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...I was more of a step stone than a stepson a tiny stone leading to the heart of my father. You played the game well... though squeezing a ring from the coal of his lonely heart. So, there I wa......

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...Evening solitude The walk was cold and lonely, Interesting, I don't know, but this feeling always awaits me, I don't need anything here or anywhere else. Nothing, the night is waiting, I'......

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...Come post presidential election 2024... heil to the Wharton chief firebrand - more worrisome than an ovarian cyst every race, religion, nationality, gender, creed, et cetera with impunity dis......

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...The paring knife of winter undams the dense brown blood. Asps awaken and seethe—. Twining stems sweat, Irregular coralla dance around your feet, pray at your altar. Children of the soil, me......

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...A feast of eye-catching hues swirl midair, stoic fragile leaf a chill whisper, overt orange, deep vein red, pallid yellow, scaly amber, jumble upon bright clad jumble, earthbound mattress on a g......

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..."If you cannot glean my poetry I will explain, but do not ask me to reveal what I've left unwritten between my lines." ......

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...The Eyes Have It Eyes sharpened at the whetstone Honed to a glistening edge, They used them to slice and dice for Homeworks forgotten; Rooms left in cyclonic disarray; Reports unfiled; Pre......

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...Work, work, work ... write, write, write Pour your dark, deep, love-scarred being out Put all the imagery, phrasing and thought you know into each line Craft each......

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...My thoughts are my weapons, my pen is my sword My will is my whetstone, my Knighthood —my Lord (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2014)......

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...At the heart of the gristmill in common is the millstone: A matched pair of matched round stones, one over the other. Below is a bed-stone base, abeyant and prone Above is the runner whetstone,......

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...Woodbury, new jersey home to me self since birth my very late mother (bless her long departed soul)    slaved and toiled per accursed penury and dearth tried her darnedest to......

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...brings world word ii gunnery duty as extremely frightful flashback which utterly displeases this elderly mortal and such behavior moi aback!   Born in this same house on Leona av......

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...As rains and the torrentialest of snows plummet, Filling all the skies and the area interstitial to earth and sky With a frenzy of flying flakes; As gusty winds doth blow and toss the flakes thi......

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