Sprigs Poems - Poems about Sprigs

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 all around, I just wanted to be a mason like my forefathers before me to build homes and temples with honest tools that my heart could handle to have a family that could worship you with...

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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 and the most powerful king on the planet, Alex entered my chamber unarmed and unassuming he was rather like a boy unbruised by fear, everything in the world was at his command but...

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When the wine is heavy and my thoughts are long I like to sit in slow sunsets, doing so makes me feel far from death, I've seen so many beautiful things broken heard so many hysterical hearts, I've been a flagbearer for this Faith ever since my youth knew how to yell, I get so tired, so tired in this tempest that tears the...

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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 haven't lived until you've been imprisoned in a den of gaunt lions, it'll test your faith to say the least, dream decoding is my forte my Mother said that I was born with my...

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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 Persia the money was good, the hand lines were thick and the future didn't waste time on lies but if the king's court caught you crusading, if they heard hersey of heresy from the...

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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 cloud, Tarquin, the final king of the Etruscan Romans was handsome under his crown, his eyes were lapis lazuli blue, his beard copper gold, he was patient with a haughty grin, I was received in...

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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 burning gold, they moved downward out of the deep indigo sky like a stream of smooth flowing lava, somehow my soul zoomed up to His zenith and the city of the Lord was a circuit...

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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 my conscious back to the forefront of reckoning, A man will come to care for the rough cut and unclean, the elders will cheat him soldiers shall beat him and doubt will nearly defeat him, in...

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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 the breeze of prophetic poetry, Maternity manifest in Divine quest Omnipotence picks her innocence Time begins a Trinity tick Heaven heaves her body Eclipse elevates eyes Roses bleed in celebration Miracle marches on Angels avow annunciation Rain runs down...

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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 that follow the Savior must suffer like the Savior and so they shall, feel the iron of violent institutions their sacrifice will be spectacular amid emperors and paupers alike, on my seat of Delphic...

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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 scroll I see the scourge of an army come to ravage what remains of avaricious folly their legions surrounding the lazy and licentious a nation become drought of delight and diligence, and when...

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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 on the road from Babylon foreseen the rebuilding of the temple the phoenix of Jeruselum and the star of the Savior, the tribe of Judah pays attention to my announcements, I feel warm and...

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We are the Ignudi unclothed, ebullient and energetic, we lean and lunge, twist and turn impervious to the imposition of ignominious imposters, we are an expression of immortal youth the athletes and auditors of God's court unbound by banality or bashfulness we listen and leer at those who stare looking for secrets in this sacred ceiling, in our faces you'll see the feelings of...

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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 divine command for carnal caprice, that their offspring had become offensive, I never thought that the Lord could be fallible, or have doubts but that's what he sounded like to me Shem... How do...

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What have you two done, I can see the age in your faces already, oh you're so bold and smart you silly and naive creatures, sure, I sheltered you kept you away from violence, jealousy, and pain, do you have any idea what happens in the raw evolution of life, have you ever witnessed death can you even conceive it, huh, you're gonna feel...

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