Bifocal Poems - Poems about Bifocal

...The setting sun weaves a poem, blossoming unsung trochaic along the river basin (Nurulhuda Junction. Teesta) Sometimes it feels quite an estranged thought to realise that living is a mundan......

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... I test the gum And the scum That came from So many feet Scrape the blood And the crud Between mud Smooshed on concrete I sample spit Ample birds*** All with a flick Of the wrist Coz I......

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...Where juicy historic purpose fades and pre-historic nonverbal nonviolent sacred meaning polyculturally creolizes WholeOpen systemic shade preserving future health intention Is where we also ......

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...mama why must I be alone; all of the other girls got there boy and gone; with me left here all alone; is it because my looks haven't shown; some call me homely; the reason why I'm lonely; The......

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...First, imagine, if you can, "Love" is not just a many splendored thing, although it is that, but behaviorists and existentialists behavioralize the complex of emotions and consciousness wearing ......

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...Wealth, in a competing anthropogentric, aging egocentric, world depends on cooperative health of LivingEarth; To paraphrase Johan Rockstrom, from the Stockholm Resilience Center. Our comp......

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...If only once you agree IF ONLY YOU AGREE I can fetch moon and stars, Oyster pearls from the deep And all the comfort of this world. If only once you agree! Stay assu......

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...Our bank accounts nearly emptied so we could afford a vacation; two young working girls who'd never been far from home. We were looking forward to finding love on a romantic tropical island. Maybe so......

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...Everyone has the freedom of choice Everyone has an expressiveness to save their own voice Who are you who am I to judge this choice You don't know me You don't know me I may have rebelled ag......

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...There once was a good hubby named Nick, on his wife, he tried to play a trick- Hot wax on the table, was willing and able, but sick wifey came down with a tick. So he dumped out the w......

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...Lenny was 30 and still living with his old cheese, everyone called, Lenny’s mum. She was always on his Cadbury Snack to go find a trouble and strife for a chum. “Geez, leave off mum, I’ve been look......

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...The ugly head of the Original Intent issue co-arises with what were our ForeFather Patriarchal Patriots thinking and feeling to leave out prohibitions against antiChristian degeneracy, and to put ......

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...Playbill: Sept 8, 2001 Time gives a bifocal view to the written scenes of life. Mental screams of past strife. Broken pencils lead to scenes being inked, unable......

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...There they sit, those mocking reminders, on my nightstand table. I wish I could just throw them out, but I find that I am unable. There they sit, reminding me, of the life that we once shared, Bef......

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...Just like you to make a last minute date, leaving me a quickly scribbled note, before tossing aside that broken campaign pencil from last year's election-- I remember you snapping it apart when ......

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