Best Sprigs Poems

Poetry, paint and the birth of a world
in a whirl the Dark and the Light do swirl
yet obey the dawn and dusk I do unfurl
above...

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I'm not sure Shem
the Lord said he was sad,
he told me that a long time ago
the angels had done something terrible
that they had compromised their...

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I never wanted to be your mighty mouthpiece
I never asked to be the morning trumpet
in the troubled town
or the prophet clown
that would be scorned from...

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When I was a boy
I thought I saw God
with the face of a Pharaoh
riding towards me at midnight
in a golden chariot, pulled by horses of...

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Many men and women have tried to ruin me,
but I am like quartz that cannot be removed
from the bedrock of my blessings,
I'll tell you, you...

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I remember when Alexander of Macaedon
approached me in Siwa as a supplicant soldier, 
he was so young yet so wet with war blood
32 years old...

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In Erythrae they say I'm a prophetess
but I am foremost a Poetess,
an ancient fragrance fires my breast,
the cherubim wake eager for journey
lighting my lamp in...

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Musing in the memory
of how the Seraphim
salted my lips in the sanctuary
with an alter coal
that seared my cruel speech
and soothed my agitated soul
the cherubs pull...

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Yes, I remember the day very well,
I left my cave in Cumaea for the palace of Palatine,
the sun was sullen behind a veil of volcanic...

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You see me turned
ensconced in my prophecy
my lips murmuring with soft speed
and you wonder what it is that I seek to say,
for I have wept...

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I'm known as the serpent
but I have a name wise and wonderful too,
I loved Adam well before Eve came into being
I remember how his first...

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Transfixed by the thunderstorm of raining thorns
I taste the violet vapor that rises as smooth spirit
while my sensitive gaze garners generations of grief, 
for those...

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Sshhhhh!!!
Wait patiently
I don't want the stars to overhear us,
they'll fuss like phantoms
if they hear the future between us,
you know, I began as a palmist in...

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Joel is my name
I am neither jovial or jocular, 
I am an intense siren of scorn
strident with shouts of locusts and sackcloth sorrows,
for in my...

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What have you two done,
I can see the age in your faces already,
oh your so bold and smart
you silly and naive creatures, 
sure, I sheltered...

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