Élan Poems - Poems about Élan

...Lapsed contra dancer rediscovers his happy place I tip figurative hat to the late Cathy Robertson, longtime (lifetime) Thomas Paine Unitarian Church member, who unwittingly and quite casually made......

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...Silken whispers greet the blithe morning damp mist spring tap on red oak door joyful treat preempted faint dawning Felicity a phase one can’t ignore bright daffodil white and pink bloom fragr......

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...il était une fois, à Saint-Marine, Un regard si pesant sur cette fenêtre qui m'illumine, Douce, immobile, fort appréciable, L'envie de te rencontrer, inoubliable. Mais notre rencontre ne se pro......

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...I'm a poet through and through, Though I cannot explain to you How it happened or what it was That led me to it. I didn't set out to pursue it, I just, one day, began to do it, And then ten yea......

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...gripping the shards of memories ignoring the bloodied emotions why do we torture ourselves with that which we cannot change these evocations vivid disturbing invisible to others b......

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...Great thoughts are the great means we have To rise from the lows and miseries of life And soar high to the levels never reached By those who never had to suffer the pain The setback, unmerited, t......

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...From You have come the wonderful things That brought me joy and spread my wings I soar today above the stabs and stings That unfriendly bias so often brings. The lightning that came was looking......

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...Bright shines spring's fledgling sun. New blooms praise her, inspiring élan. Now effusive, she conquers winter's dun. 4/7/2021 Written for Caren Krutsinger's "Spring Ninette" poetry conte......

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...élan vital David J walker Everything is hungry Every single thing alive Shall survive at the expense of Some poor enhungered something else That has learned to thrive in it’s Own peculia......

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...I cannot help wondering about Vivaldi. Antonio was a priest they say, a cleric of the cloth. I can’t help surmising when as a young man at the Ospedale della Pieta, (a home for foundlings and ......

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...I never told anyone how my ears reverberate in a silent room. The whirring drone ever present, a conquistador of my private spaces. This is my cohabitation with an industrial generator. But I’ve g......

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...Louise Imogen Guiney – Poetess and Writer Louise Imogen Guiney sought a certain poetry of perfection that rang true with a real radiance in her poetry, that also bespoke a passion and feeling f......

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...I saw it in one of those chintzy antique shops. I recalled that it was made for travelling musicians that wanted to work out scores while not being overheard. It was old and all wood. When I tap......

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...UNQUOTABLE QUOTES: XLVII - Tongue Twisters If you want to « have » your cake and « eat » it at one and the same time, simple enough, just split it into two equal parts like an isosceles triangl......

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...Ennui crept up and perched high On the shoulder of a roving mind Hand in hand with gales, now spy Rainbow shrouded in a misty pall Golden friend of the sky just left Entrusted to me a sleeple......

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