Bounteous Poems - Poems about Bounteous

Bounteous bosom, In cool dazzling rime, One posy poem in a ring Breath freely my dear friend Read the poem and go waddling Here, some sweet ziziphus spina christi From a wild natural tender tree, For you and some to the kid Ripe fresh from its mama You who found first Ere all the jewel...

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Bounteous mass media mechanizations... generate fixation spurring sexual exploitation evidenced courtesy adulation particularly regarding young females, whose seductive poses linkedin selling (hard) wares versus advertising males sporting, harkening, approximating Adonis with remarkable beauty. Western civilization commercialization, commodification, communication methodologies adrip with deification, edification, glorification institutionalizing the libidinal market, the vast majority modalities relay transmission via subliminal messages. The non-innocuous tentacles housing advertisement objectives thwart conservative...

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We look at the horizon, oblivious to abundance, when life appears routine, The significance was lost, Being too satisfied with norms, whereas many others had fewer, Thus, this gap should be reduced, be present with our offering Written: October 16, 2022...

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"Today don't beg, don't ask, just thank God in silence for all the blessings in your life. Each morning brings a hidden blessing; a blessing which is unique to that day. You deserve all the good things that happen to you." ~ Paulo Coelho Auspicious azure atoll with augmented aurora Bounteous bells bringing in buoyant breeze Chiming cornucopia of...

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My pact with God transcends your fear and all professed religion The faith I have, the joy I feel not subject to your laws My relationship is one on one whose heart is freely given To live inside his bounteous light —resplendent and in awe (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018) From...

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I yearn for shades of Autumn and all that it could bring the chromis strews of redding bricks the chilly burrr Blushing apples high as kites tied to apron strings and acorns full of french berets and nutmeg tinted plur falling down like parachutes with no inter ; I...

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(my acknowledgement to the loose canon of Robert Frost) An above average snowfall heavily swathed sage heather followed by substantial unusual rainfall punctuated months before, during and after the growing season delivered one of the most hearty crop yields in living memory within the generations of men of this (or any neighboring) Norwegian bachelor farmer long time residents feeling like the sole housekeeper of Lake Woebegone, who...

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