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Poems for an Angel
I Made an Angel Cry. While my Lover Sleeps. The Sun does Rise. She Ends my Day. We Dance on Stars. Making Love on a Star. She Starts my Day. A Road more Traveled. I had a Dream. A Child is Born. Come with me to the Sea. Who is this little Angel of Time? Who is this little boy of play? A Song now Silent.
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Poems for a New Century
Poems for a New Century. Tuesday, June 28, 2016. Manhood Lessons of my Youth. I was little when I watched. The older black boys, men to me,. Playing basketball two blocks away. Through the air of parking lots unused. Their quiet motion spoke. Of leisure and assembly,. The languid grace of plays. They drove their fellows through:. Ballet of men, cordial, by the rules. They all up kept. Merit only. Was their measure and their sport,. So purely unlike the unfair world. That had no job or school for them.
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Poems for a Purpose
Preparing foods to meet your budget. Can become quite a chore. To meet your goals for a healthy lifestyle. Here are some resources to explore. There are many benefits to getting fit. It's a process that takes time. Lower Blood Glucose, Blood Pressure and Cholesterol. Are among those you will find. Poems For A Purpose is a collection of teaching tools designed to inform, inspire, and support patients, families, and health educators involved in the care of people with diabetes. Of this I am quite certain.
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Sohaib Ahmed | Poems for a World of Conceits
The voice if of reason were heard itself, love would come about. Now, more loosely speaking, what if an individual who is remarkable was noted to only do the things that were remarkable? Would that not make sense? Then, too, would our argument still not stand true? In Memory of Sigmund Feud. Just this. So, dreamers and opportunists, realists and idealists alike, pragmatists and optimists- all are welcome to what is herein however much possible. There is no right time. For me, you see, the best of all pos...
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Poem a Day
For a year or maybe longer as inspiration and energy last.which as you can see, ran out mid-year. But I may resume when life gets less manic. Blog by Stephanie Green. This blog was prompted by my son (in his twenties) wanting to get more seriously into poetry and asking me to recommend some poems. Where to begin? So this is primarily for him, but I hope other readers might enjoy it too. Saturday, 13 June 2015. I love her whole collection 'The Art of Falling' (Seren, 2015). Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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poems and songs for Brian Tappin | linda sarah
Poems and songs for Brian Tappin. Blowing bubbles from nothing. November 22, 2008 in Uncategorized. Where can I nuzzle and find some warmth? The imprint of your arms is fading fast. Where can I curl up – and be curled up next to? Be small and be strong. Be both sides of a coin. Where can I find a somebody. Who I can be myself with. And they can be themselves with me. And words passing between lips. Are irrelevant as breath. And we talk about everything and nothing. I look for signs. But am a non-believer.
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Poems For Bulletin Boards | Ellen Grace Olinger
Poems For Bulletin Boards. August 15, 2015. Originally posted on Haiku Prayers - Poetry And Other Art. Photo and poem are by Ellen Grace Olinger. Poem by Ellen Grace Olinger. August 14, 2015. Photos and haiku are by Ellen Grace Olinger. August 7, 2015. Originally posted on Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin. Inspired by and in honor of the many ways we experience the seasons. The picture is courtesy of. Poem by Ellen Grace Olinger. August 6, 2015. On the birch tree. Poems For All Ages. August 2, 2015. Add yo...
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Poems for Cake
Including other sugary things. I get enough sweetness from your curious glance,. Whip me up, stir me down, eat me from distance. Sweetness raining down your cheeks,. The only ones following you is serious freaks. I am the starving fat child in your head,. Keeps yelling for jam on toasted white bread. And if you dont feed me until evening has come,. I will certainly cover my sorrows in rum. Sweet potatoes and creamy milk turned into a pie,. Big fat tasty tears falling from the vanilla sky. Blue, swollen, ...
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