Spill Over Poems - Poems about Spill Over

...Glibly goes; the globalists line deprivation is freedom And eternal war is so fine' repression of the west that Had afflulence and health.' That might spill over? to the Third world..Kept upon its......

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...The sky remains silent, the clouds remain still, The mountains still stand and the seas remain filled. The saints clothed in white ask the Lord how much longer? Will your world remain broken and t......

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...JOE HENDERSON’S PROLIFIC OUTPUT AS EITHER A SIDEMAN OR LEADER/ IS SHEAR SONIC VELOCITY OF MUSIC COMING FROM HIS TENOR THINKIN' MIND/ NO HALF-STEPPIN HERE BRO/JOE’S INSIDE-OUTSIDE APPROACH GOT Y......

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...In this noisy world of busy lifestyle That seldom show silver lines on dark clouds, When time speeds so fast one can’t hope to catch, And goals flex such that one can’t hope to reach, Where’s tha......

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...Sunlight tumbles over an open window, then swallow-dives into a silver kitchen sink. Fractals of reflected iridescence dance over China plates. A surface tension between a faucet and a dro......

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...Welcome to Shamukuni Street, Where the city breathes in vibrant chaos, Police sirens whirling, A symphony of urgency and defiance— Each wail a reminder, That life here never sleeps, ......

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... If I had a hashtag or even understood them, it might be “TMI.” I don’t lack for stories and opinions. I’ll engage in conversations with friendly total strangers when right away I see they share......

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...You have no time, time’s not with us, Back still, let love be brought with us. Let no time rob our love in life, Nor spill over love’s pot with us. Forgotten we have naught with time, Nor......

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... I have a darkness I carry Like a black cloak It is heavy with my sorrow Full of all the deaths and all the love That fill me and spill over No matter how I try to bury it Each death has s......

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...The dark of night when turns to day, When slowly stars begin to blur And birds, barely from sleep bestir, Older by day, greyer than grey, Dreams when spill over my pillows And in so doing lo......

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...What lets me meet you Without you—it might so seem, But fades soon like dew… Seems like last refuge— a dream And fills one’s joys to the brim. Joys that rise like cream And then spill over t......

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...Red, orange and ochre…spill over into waterfalls of color Sable, tan and umber…tumble into a silky symphony Purple, wine, aubergine…cascade in chutes of amethyst fantasies Russet, copper and......

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...Swaddled in frozen silence In a weather so dolorous and damp The pores of her mind sweat painful memories Which take a headlong flight Faster than the beams of light At times shaki......

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...In the judiciary of high quality Where the advocacy is Equality: Ideas that keep clashing with partiality And would not condone one more cheap casualty… Outside the court room stripped of Auda......

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...The Heraclee sky was a lurid, neon blue but the morning was surprisingly cool (at 54°). The antemeridian sun managed to cast sharp, surreal, black-hole shadows, giving the world a baroque art look, a......

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