"adobes" poems - Hello Poetry

my world has many colors like the prism; the blue hues of glistening waters of greece against the white stucco adobes. dancing tap shoes of flamencos while visiting in spain. autumn hues of russian reds, gold, cobalt, greens, oranges and black co-mingling. asian tastes of polynesian spices in the philippines. safaris in africa witnessing the awesomeness of massive mammals. sophistication from the streets of champ elysees, sipping cappuccino and i will have some creme brulee please. or perhaps go to italy and sit on the spanish steps with a cup of expresso. i will take along a cannoli and count the steps. while back at home reminiscing over a cup of joe with a friend in tucson arizona. after exchanging our love for art i will read my mail from friends afar; the outback to talk about the love pocketed in the kangaroo’s pouch and discover new zealand, the unfamiliar territory. we share our secrets who have been there. reading beautiful poetry like never before. all the while being reminded i have been blessed by the HOLY ONE. you see my friends, my world has forever changed since i have met all of you. getting up each day having my coffee welcoming me to another day with my friends from the east, west, north and south. upon dusk we say so long, see you soon.~~by lorilynn copyright*lorilynn 2010

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Sep 17, 2010

Sep 17, 2010 at 8:28 PM UTC

lorilynn

MY WORLD

my world has many colors like the prism; the blue hues of glistening waters of greece against the white stucco adobes. dancing tap shoes of flamencos while visiting in spain. autumn hues of russian reds, gold, cobalt, greens, oranges and black co-mingling. asian tastes of polynesian spices in the philippines. safaris in africa witnessing the awesomeness of massive mammals. sophistication from the streets of champ elysees, sipping cappuccino and i will have some creme brulee please. or perhaps go to italy and sit on the spanish steps with a cup of expresso. i will take along a cannoli and count the steps. while back at home reminiscing over a cup of joe with a friend in tucson arizona. after exchanging our love for art i will read my mail from friends afar; the outback to talk about the love pocketed in the kangaroo’s pouch and discover new zealand, the unfamiliar territory. we share our secrets who have been there. reading beautiful poetry like never before. all the while being reminded i have been blessed by the HOLY ONE. you see my friends, my world has forever changed since i have met all of you. getting up each day having my coffee welcoming me to another day with my friends from the east, west, north and south. upon dusk we say so long, see you soon.~~by lorilynn copyright*lorilynn 2010

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736 Have any like Myself Investigating March, New Houses on the Hill descried— And possibly a Church— That were not, We are sure— As lately as the Snow— And are Today—if We exist— Though how may this be so? Have any like Myself Conjectured Who may be The Occupants of the Adobes— So easy to the Sky— ’Twould seem that God should be The nearest Neighbor to— And Heaven—a convenient Grace For Show, or Company— Have any like Myself Preserved the Charm secure By shunning carefully the Place All Seasons of the Year, Excepting March—’Tis then My Villages be seen— And possibly a Steeple— Not afterward—by Men—

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Emily Dickinson

Have any like Myself

736 Have any like Myself Investigating March, New Houses on the Hill descried— And possibly a Church— That were not, We are sure— As lately as the Snow— And are Today—if We exist— Though how may this be so? Have any like Myself Conjectured Who may be The Occupants of the Adobes— So easy to the Sky— ’Twould seem that God should be The nearest Neighbor to— And Heaven—a convenient Grace For Show, or Company— Have any like Myself Preserved the Charm secure By shunning carefully the Place All Seasons of the Year, Excepting March—’Tis then My Villages be seen— And possibly a Steeple— Not afterward—by Men—

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Morse code proofreaders A type face to many covers Dialect's go to many tongues Many get old Behind enclosed encounters!!! Sensual time Desiree's Moans louder And louder Achromatic lifeforms Are all Blisses to me!!! Tabernackles of keys Wherein dark dungeons Thou shalt confess Adornos adobes Good for tribal success!!! Amrinones You'll need from her to kick start thy playful heart Wherein keepers push buttons And buttons play all parts!!! Koolaid mixes Tingle with pleasure zone scores Where board makes board Four score!!

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Jun 9, 2015

Jun 9, 2015 at 3:44 PM UTC

brandon-nagley

Combination of strange writing

Morse code proofreaders A type face to many covers Dialect's go to many tongues Many get old Behind enclosed encounters!!! Sensual time Desiree's Moans louder And louder Achromatic lifeforms Are all Blisses to me!!! Tabernackles of keys Wherein dark dungeons Thou shalt confess Adornos adobes Good for tribal success!!! Amrinones You'll need from her to kick start thy playful heart Wherein keepers push buttons And buttons play all parts!!! Koolaid mixes Tingle with pleasure zone scores Where board makes board Four score!!

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is not something I can define. My home is not a physical place of inhabitance. When I walk home from school, the house I live in does not give me a sense of comfort The closer I get to its door, the faster my brain works to think of the next time I can it even for an hour That will not feel like home and I live with it People have said home is where your heart is and yet my heart has found nothing It's homeless. Just hopping around from one place to another as if it were a couch surfing person in-between jobs It aches sometimes. I want to find a home My heart wants to feel it can love I want to feel like I can breath again We both want to know the feeling of the sound of settling But for now, my heart and I are at the curb, observing others rush to their adobes whether they are physical or metaphorical both of us holding up signs with the word "home" in question marks.

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Dec 26, 2015

Dec 26, 2015 at 6:07 PM UTC

christelle-toussaint

Home

is not something I can define. My home is not a physical place of inhabitance. When I walk home from school, the house I live in does not give me a sense of comfort The closer I get to its door, the faster my brain works to think of the next time I can it even for an hour That will not feel like home and I live with it People have said home is where your heart is and yet my heart has found nothing It's homeless. Just hopping around from one place to another as if it were a couch surfing person in-between jobs It aches sometimes. I want to find a home My heart wants to feel it can love I want to feel like I can breath again We both want to know the feeling of the sound of settling But for now, my heart and I are at the curb, observing others rush to their adobes whether they are physical or metaphorical both of us holding up signs with the word "home" in question marks.

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