Taryn Poems - Poems about Taryn

...Taryn and Tigger of Irishville Lived in fear of a windowsill The old woman there was old and mean And of cats she truly was not keen I wish the faerie of St Pat was near. She would fix that ol......

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...If I only had a few more minutes before you passed away I'd tell you all the things I didn't get to say I'd sit down with you and reminisce about our cape cod days Go over one more time the partic......

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...I am frozen, yet awake paralyzed at fear, grasping to move unable to in my own skin, able to see all around I move parallel faster, with my body below terror holds me down, without breath I hear......

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...I smell your tender necture I feel your colored dance singing To the soft rain dust, of spring You bloom with an aroma of lillacs and lillies A quick glance and you see beauty In the presence o......

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...I want to know you, yes I do I want to see you, in plain view I need no awnsers, only faith Oceans Mountains Rivers Lakes Past and present, reality Vivid for the mind to see. Awareness guide......

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...You melt the very being of my soul cradling me in your tender touch Whispers of, sea driven passion ......

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...I LOVE THEE I MOVE THE CLOUDS FOR THEE I SHOW THE BIRDS TO THEE I SHOW ALL OF CREATION TO THEE I SHOW THEE TO THEE I AM HE Taryn Thompson email tarynthompson1977@gmail.com......

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...I saw GOD with a blue, vast backdrop and moving skies I see you with my eyes, my LOVE be with you all AMAZING, my heart blooms as the wind blows you gently I look deeper at your dynamics yet you a......

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...A stranger on a distant shore Sailing, a tall tower along the trembles, of an open sea I look and see with vision and wonder, where my destiny partakes A traveler of a vessel, in the distance ......

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...Thinking of O, Ms. Jill Martin was in her solitude “Quietly…breathing” That, she just waved her hand greeting April Lewis “Without Speaking” I spied humorist Donald Meikle, writing a “Note to a Lad......

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