Xix Poems - Poems about Xix

Joan Miro of Brcelona a very individual personna His 'Red Disk' * from ninteen-sixty saturated poetic symbolist artistry...

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EARLY POEMS XIX Bound by Michael R. Burch Now it is winter—the coldest night. And as the light of the streetlamp casts strange shadows to the ground, I have lost what I once found in your arms. Now it is winter—the coldest night. And as the light of distant Venus fails to penetrate dark panes, I have remade all my chains and am bound. Published as...

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The tired soul, that exerts energy like wildfire, preempting dark truths of this world, God questioned of His fairness The one that lives in assured hope, Who sees the world's beauty Beyond its messy evils— She sings the Father's dreams! And the moderators— The ones in the middle— They can taste the dark and light, Always chasing infallibility We need all of these souls, To unite in...

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sometimes punctured passion's bruised blank: bounty biddings could trace torn tracks syllabic silhouettes sighing dark dribbles - spelled sway of motive fostered feelings foiling porous pledges poring fractures perforated pencil moaning voluptuous sketches sans vying masticated mind's tamed template confetti of canvas cruise crave gaunt geulgram eerie actions etched moistened mosaic crumbling down crest passion ain't plea for addiction: It's a page you sketch choiced motion. '20:06:12:10:33 Note: of pored...

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Abandoned realities that the Kings have sought, Biological bacillus organisms left to rapidly rot… Absorbefacient annihilation the pawns have brought, The bacterium Bishops are pernicious in their plot… Ambient affliction plagues the progressive parasites, Of the nuclear noxious nomads reaching hellion heights… Agents of abrogation numbing the nefarious nights, Euthanized eradications amidst the landscape lights… The King's command contaminations in their control, As the...

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Dreams, There you were again in front of me, or was it behind pressing in, I pressing back no drifting off this time we were still but still not still I stirred, you drank we bled, then sank me into to you a kaleidescope of colour caressing each tiny bit you bit and I chewed on ever daring thought I pressed deeper and pursued you whispered I love you there was...

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IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XIX IF you pull a long plucky face Even when I-Ee-You let you have your way Placed no impediment for the divorce Let you keep key to backstop exit doorway You yet keep pulling that long stubborn face Yes you want out when I want you to stay House in utter disorder your comeuppance Mary...

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IF ever I had a country : XXIX - *** XXIX ...

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IF ever I had a country : XIX - XX XIX If ever I had a country And if ever I were the...

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SONNET XIX In You I’ve Come to Thrive Into the Race of Life Innocent we came, Pure was our Heart But I’ve found Myself on this Track Track so Crooked and Compromised, the Vices of Nations All over My Dreams are the G8s and 20s, the World Powers Indeed, the Grass looks greener on the other side But on this Track Lord, Why...

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This is meant to be read with a French accent to aid the rhyme scheme: WikiLeaks has tapes with Assange Where Donald asks Vlad to arrange More Russian hookers Who are the best lookers To pee and tint Trump’s hair orange Author's note: His die hard supporters should be required to die their hair orange too. At least that would...

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IF I were a broken soul who could mend me? The cobbler down the road? With his crafty skills and many tools, the awl or maybe stretching tool? He surely would know -- and should I go? My shoes, so worn but my soul so full of these empty holes! My Cobbler, sir! Repair my soul,insufferably i plead! :: ~~ ::...

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Unquotable quotes: Nurses – XIX A nurse well-dressed is a nurse well-thought of, even if she administers the coup de grace. Prick a nurse and she’ll pamper you; pamper a nurse and she’ll prick you. Displease a nurse and no doctor can save you. Report a nurse’s malfeasance and you’ll find yourself on a stretcher at the morgue’s entrance....

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IF I were a broken soul who could mend me? The cobbler down the road? With his crafty skills and many tools, the awl or maybe stretching tool? He surely would know -- and should I go? My shoes, so worn but my soul so full of these empty holes! My Cobbler, sir! Repair my soul,insufferably. I plead! ::12-24-2013::...

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Simon wizard, you poor under his sway That all things of God, which then of good will Must be always brides, and you birds of prey For gold and silver adulterate still, Now it's time that the trumpet sounds for you, Because you in third circle just stay ill. We were already, at the tomb next new, Clambered up to the tall...

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