Wield Poems - Poems about Wield

Thanks to these storms to which I owe the power to wield my angst like a shining sword, For they have taught me to shake off my fears and crush them at my weary feet, I feel a whirlwind of air entering my anxious being, freeing me from the shadows of fear, I owe them their icy stillness,...

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Blakean ghosts' boasts..frollicking in rollicking Rolling hillock hosts..ripe shenanigans..perry toasts Believing in hefty heaving heroes Hallowed harbingers..halcyon hedgerows Harbouring tranches of branches..ferry very merry berries Majestic mosaic montage barge of balletic Incandescent flowers..weaving wherries Showering prophetic kaleidoscopic poetic dreams Streams through towering mesmeric green tunnels Full to the gunnels..reams of sheens teem..flowing funnels Bestowing.. glowing transcendent beams gleam kinetic Luminescent aesthetic barrage..overpowering iridescent fluorescent flowering ...

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Soft and smooth, freshly manicured with No trace left behind of struggle or woe; Hard to gauge the multitude of daily trials Or the enormous good and success bestowed. He’s not afraid to let harsh enemies see his strength. Strong and firm, his grasp telegraphs immaculate powers, His steeled convictions and unyielding determination, And the hell that might rain down in furious...

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Ye miss O thou man in mindless vain mirth That every shade comes from His rainbow's range, Ye no more than copy Nature, no change, The picture ye paint scarce depicts thy worth, Nor music—when His notes ye rearrange, The mind ye use bestowed hast He at birth, Not a miracle art thou ‘pon this Earth, A...

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Politicians living in luxury loading their luggage with public funds.. Funding their children needs abroad.. Here is the poor masses in the streets clamouring for a better leader without a PVC... Pointing fingers with an empty stomach.. Here is the students slack off without studies, a sudden strike stoke down their speed, they remain home without a...

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Pure energy jets through spines with glee. Powerful are souls, seeking higher ground; life is infinite. Powerful is mankind; Creature with no limits. Well, mankind thinks he has none and does as he sees fit to do. It’s the ego of The human being. Wield your power, justly and swift. Let no one crush Or enslave you. You are man, You are soul, You are one. Oneness, Sword...

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Wield my words with care Pencils with sharpened points Poisionous as lead. (January 22, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin) (c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved...

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