Workings Poems - Poems about Workings

Taped to the door’s plexiglass pane, a portrait Of a Savior with ardent heart burning Sunlight invades with the turning of hinges Untethering the hospitality of Tony, the lone waiter His Brazilian arms are swinging doors, open to embrace He wore fishnet leggings to the Halloween Jamboree Leather corset paired with his jet black hair, Moving with grace at the age of...

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A spider thin calligraphy, a varicose script upon the shallow sheen of mortality. Are these the genetics of a divine act arriving as green stems, weeds and blooms all in a tangle? A scratchy nib of doodled ideas? Behold the dying and the replenishing, the glory of the shedding. All this upon a tumbled forest floor where imagination plods daily. More marks upon a blank...

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Intrusive thoughts take over my mind Leave me alone Words swirling in an out of my consciousness Leave me alone Memories pop up, zoom by, scorching themselves on my inner being Leave me alone Pushing them down down down Leave me alone Slowly, space begins to open Allowing room for the blessings, love, positive light Don’t Leave Me Alone...

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The Inner Workings of a Clock My Catholic schoolgirl Denies my shadowy persona. Costumed in A navy blue uniform A snow-white blouse, A chest pocket embroidered By Saint John Fisher, Her youthful bearing ticks Smoothly, quietly, piously. My Catholic schoolgirl leads The May Day procession She crosses herself and genuflects. Wrapped in rosary beads, She pushes my golden orb, Tilted and warped as it is, Into its preordained trajectory Toward saintliness. Starships...

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Wouldn't it be tremendous, wouldn't it be great, If we could just let words flow, at a staccato kind of rate. We'd be like human gatlin guns on automatic fire, gushing words in torrents, like a demented multiplier. But no, words do not come like that, they're really quite elusive, it's check and plod and plod and check, to...

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SEVEN WORKINGS OF THE BLOOD Many people hear 'the Blood' But knoweth not its great workings So in this small scoop of poetry I will try to share the seven things That the Blood does for us Not that I have known it all But because I have received A choicy measure of God's grace And pray and seek I will for more For Christ...

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Can it truly be said that a man is mere logic when I see your emotion as if it hung in the air? Can it truly be said that a woman's mere feelings when my brain is like clockwork in logic to bare? Leaning tos, that is another discussion for I will admit that I lean toward the tears and maybe...

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