Headwaters Poems - Poems about Headwaters

...“Women can change better’n a man,” Ma said soothingly. “Woman got all her life in her arms. Man got it all in his head.” “Man, he lives in jerks-baby born an’ a man dies, an’ that’s a jerk-gets a fa......

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...WHEN RELIGION BECOMES YOUR OPIUM When religion becomes your opium you slip into icy pre-dawn to mosque then lie in fever flu at dusk as bilal calls again for you to stumble towards bec......

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...Cicada Dreaming was told to Roland Robinson in 1965 by Julia Charles of the Yoocum Yoocum clans from the area around Wollumbin in the headwaters of the Tweed River, Northern NSW and is used with perm......

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...What a profound blessing is Mother nature In its hands and human gratitude lies our future. The birds in the sky. and the mountains so pristine and high The trees are so green, and the streams a......

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...There is beauty in this world that’s truly a miracle to behold. Unexpected romance, that will turn your blood hot from ice cold. I have loved with a passion that made fire rain from the night sky......

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..."The 'Israel of God' is finished! We have inflicted horrific wounds, And we terrorize them further. Their bodies are weak and brittle. They are useless, broken jars, Caught in the net we hid f......

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...Rivers In Flood Sprung from headwaters, source hidden in the past or sometimes present, Starting small, To begin the journey downstream to where it may go. Restless, searching, agitated. As......

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...That one's clock just winds down is my vote for time's end, Though to run out your clock sounds like you have a choice, Or that ego's involved, judgment's rushed, Grace came late. But time's arrow......

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...No! I Am Not Lying To You No! I am not lying to you. It seems Life’s turnings here and now contain Inauspicious shapes of endless goings and comings; It seems Life’s headwaters of the deep waxe......

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...If ever you find If ever you shall find some happy burbling by my warméd face... It only can be It ever only could be a gift from upstream. She’s the Headwaters of my Happy. Her Light swims......

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...Writing is a river, The headwaters Springing from the well, Bubbling up and out Free-flowing Falling and frothing white in the flux of development. Writing is a river, Tempered by the bank......

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...In backyards of my history lies a tidal river of ebb and flow revolutions. These revolutions are normally no-news evolutions back up toward headwaters of crisis and opportunity, diastatic and ......

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...Snow-capped mountains fell to the floor, Reflecting blurred images so much more. The mountain lake absorbed the sight; Random birds passed by in their flight. The lake lay there oh so soft and su......

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...© 2011 (by Jim Sularz) (The true story of Frank Eaton – AKA “Pistol Pete”) At nearly twenty-one, Pete knew he may have out-run, his luck as the fastest gun. This would be the ultimate test of......

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...© 2011 (by Jim Sularz) (The true story of Frank Eaton – AKA “Pistol Pete”) At the headwaters of the Red Woods Branch, near a gentle slope on a dusty trail. On an iron gate, at the Twin Mounds c......

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