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"cora" poems
the chase is the start of Cora's dream in which she is a woman, Persephone Persephone does not run nor hide as she is seized by the dragon below the tide she disguises her sorrow with beauty and grace as she soars to live in the Other Place the dragon is a man of whom craves her love but she flies away, a mystical dove the man wants Persephone by his side but he is alone when spring arrives no one at all can hold her back she holds your life close in her eyes of black as the flowers bloom in Cora's dream, all see the wings of Persephone Persephone does not call or cry she ends her captivity above the sky Cora, Persephone, artful and strong she has owned her life all along Cora's dream she is queen   the myth became her memory mysteries revealed, secrets uncovered ruler of seasons, angel like no other Majestic One, she has no home in Cora's dream, she was born to roam she creates the storms and dries up the rain she is a woman you cannot obtain Cora's dream she is queen the myth became her memory
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Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 7:32 PM UTC
Cora's Dream
The Milkman Cometh It could be Margie or it could be Pearl bringing us our refreshment we trust though we are all old dead beat boozers we still enjoy sweet cookies dunked in lust we waited for Hickey for as long as we could to get this party off with a bang but we've waited long enough I say time for a grand toast gosh dang Rocky gave us the okay to get started but he asked us to leave Cora alone she was busy baking a surprise cake for the captain who was finally coming home Hickey finally shows but wont raise his glass says he sees better now that he's sober but he couldn't take the kiss from her lips and quickly began to disrobe her got milk they all yelled as the night wore on the police finally shut it all down the chocolate had been spilled everywhere the news was all over the town Gomer LePoet....
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Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 10:56 PM UTC
The Milkman Cometh
I. Fireman, censor of literature and destroyer of knowledge, with his mighty flamethrower. He loves his work. He loves trouble and strife. He loves fascination with the people next door. Mostly, he loves his hammock. But sleep will be his final unrest. II. A gift for the darkness: reading from the forbidden kept hidden in the air-conditioning duct. The walls within turn on and off like Cora Pearl. His wife listens to far winds and whispers and soap-opera cries, sleep-walking, helped up and down curbs by a husband who might just as well not have been there. They walk on as an extinguished connection. In the flickering of his eyeballs, he dreams of driving recklessly to Dover Beach and drowning her. III. Burning bright. He is burning so brightly. In the factory of mirrors, he takes a hard look. He's a flammable book. And it's a pleasure to burn. "What are you doing?" She asks. "Putting one foot in front of another." He answers.
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Aug 9, 2021
Aug 9, 2021 at 3:31 PM UTC
Long After Midnight
Here between these walls The world is intoxicated And you and I are the only ones sane As we negotiate each others pain And compensate it with blissful pleasure Only we can fix all that is wrong Beyond steamed windows Outside where the world drowns in rain Bit by bit We discover the secret of happiness And peace As we fulfill the hunger within us I swear we are half way there to ending poverty We are overcome within ourselves We are not you and I But one I'm wearing your old sweater And we snuggle propped up against the wall Or each other Our arms wound around and palms pressed close, fingers knitted together Your fingers stroke my hair As we listen to the different heartbeats And voice our own dreams With words we build separate versions of an ideal world Cora you say How come we're here like this We're both so different And I reply that it doesn't matter We both have too much respect to let differences matter Respect for the right of others To reach for achieving a utopia without harming another being The secret is to never see yourself as superior And balance it with never seeing yourself as inferior It doesn't matter what the colour of your envelope is Or what factory you were made in Your brand is not the name of your religion or the soil you were born on The essence and material are the same I can feel your smile tickling against my forehead as you whisper I think I know what you mean Let me show you And a foreign sound reaches my ears It's a slow rhythmic tune With soft vocals I have no idea what the words mean And at that moment Not for the first time It crosses my mind That if everyone spoke the same language would we still be like this But it doesn't matter As I listen like a blind man with no sense of time I understand the song is about love And there's a touch of longing I can feel the melancholy in her voice And the nostalgic homesickness in his As the song plays on I imagine the two lovers were reunited I can feel the gratitude And relief I can see their future And its everything I've always dreamed of My kind of utopia
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Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 6:14 PM UTC
Utopia
Here between these walls The world is intoxicated And you and I are the only ones sane As we negotiate each others pain And compensate it with blissful pleasure Only we can fix all that is wrong Beyond steamed windows Outside where the world drowns in rain Bit by bit We discover the secret of happiness And peace As we fulfill the hunger within us I swear we are half way there to ending poverty We are overcome within ourselves We are not you and I But one I'm wearing your old sweater And we snuggle propped up against the wall Or each other Our arms wound around and palms pressed close, fingers knitted together Your fingers stroke my hair As we listen to the different heartbeats And voice our own dreams With words we build separate versions of an ideal world Cora you say How come we're here like this We're both so different And I reply that it doesn't matter We both have too much respect to let differences matter Respect for the right of others To reach for achieving a utopia without harming another being The secret is to never see yourself as superior And balance it with never seeing yourself as inferior It doesn't matter what the colour of your envelope is Or what factory you were made in Your brand is not the name of your religion or the soil you were born on The essence and material are the same I can feel your smile tickling against my forehead as you whisper I think I know what you mean Let me show you And a foreign sound reaches my ears It's a slow rhythmic tune With soft vocals I have no idea what the words mean And at that moment Not for the first time It crosses my mind That if everyone spoke the same language would we still be like this But it doesn't matter As I listen like a blind man with no sense of time I understand the song is about love And there's a touch of longing I can feel the melancholy in her voice And the nostalgic homesickness in his As the song plays on I imagine the two lovers were reunited I can feel the gratitude And relief I can see their future And its everything I've always dreamed of My kind of utopia
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You are but a turmoil ...In my mind Like vast clouds Despising... Dark Elusive. A gust of wind looming From the horizon A mystery to unravel You are but a turmoil, I have yet to conquer... -cora chan-
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Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 11:23 PM UTC
Turmoil
Jigsaw puzzle Jumbled words Road to nowhere ...in Neverland Crooked path To hell and back Chaotic world ...an abstract LOVE,i can't fathom Unattainable emotions Elusive and hiding Dying embers of passion A mirage in the desert Too far to reach Scorching,burning... As I turn my back to leave -cora chan-
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Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 7:27 PM UTC
Obscure
I I have many impulsions and desires Oft not in line with those surrounding me 'tis in these moments I miss you the most For you would eagerly follow II I saw the trees in bloom Today, white pure blossoms I thought of you... III I saw you today... In the orange crocus cups Peeking through the Earth IV Daffodils opening up In a golden sunset hue To you, these natural beauties Turn my thoughts V I almost did not notice You signed with my surname It looks so natural
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Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 10:32 AM UTC
Haikus for Cora While I am in Ireland
Darkness erupted like a volcano in my heart, red flames of fire danced in my head. A pirated love, a black doves, as if there wasn't a rose bed. The serpent of unforgiveness tore me apart.
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Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 10:46 PM UTC
Cora
Do not look like that, Cora I have done my best, and I do I paint and that is what I do... you know, you know, Cora; we have known each other since our childhood: O for the days of Vermont the summers of joy and fun when we were but children and our hopes were high - and my mind breaks and my heart weakens when I see you and the children now and that I cannot put food on the table give you the things you need I can paint, Cora - oh for the life of me, I can - but I do not know how to haggle, how to beat the mind of those who undervalue my work how do you make money when but art is in the heart? There is nothing else within me... I walk in the world an innocent; ‘strange’ they call me, Cora I try, I try - O I try I paint plaques and decorations if necessary - but the money, the money eludes me it is only paint that sticks; and I can paint and that is all I know and that I can do when the agony blows like cruel storms in my mind You know, I try, O you know my spirit nearly breaks Cora, Cora, Cora I have done my best, I do to put bread and meat on the table for the children and you but money eludes me, it eludes me I paint and that is what I do - you know, you know, Cora Do not look like that, Cora
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Jan 24, 2012
Jan 24, 2012 at 5:14 AM UTC
Portrait Of The Artist’s Wife
She bows her head everytime she works Patiently giving her everything She never stops until she achieves perfection Constantly shapes,molds and draws Her canvas are the mirrors of her soul She congratulates herself for a job well done And smiles from time to time Every genius must have a mother, This greatest artist who inspires Every greatest man on earth.. cora chan
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Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 8:25 PM UTC
Solo artist
That moment when panic strikes, those voices creeping in, from the shadows of your brain. Weaving their ribbons of doubt, whispering to you their deadly sins. *Make the cut Tighten the rope Take the dive.* Just close your eyes block 'em out Breath in You can do this You're stronger then them. Push them away Make 'em run with their tails between their legs. When Panic sets in It's easy to cave. To listen to the voices sweet like candy. But it's just candy coated doom. Hold onto your will You can do it I believe in you You'll come out of this A Winner.
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Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 6:54 PM UTC
When Panic Sets In (To Thenay Cora)
Cora C------ C------ the three C's I could sail forever and never be ceased to be amazed by the natural beauty that is omnipresent mentally and physically
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Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 5:10 PM UTC
Three ‘C’s
I have never met you I have never laid eyes on you But I understand you I get where you are coming from for I have been there once or twice before You're at your edge the end of your rope your breaking point You want to give in Take a dive off that old bridge Please stay I'll take your hand and help you down. I promise it will be ok It may seem murky and foggy now but relax breathe deep Becuase ending it is permanent its forever And even the most heartbreaking Pain Will fade over time. From Your Friend
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May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 4:40 PM UTC
Dear Thenay Cora
Our love was Crimson and glover over and over you had this loco Rollin over like rover I told you that I loved ya and ill do anything for ya we were on hit like a swisher full of doeja. I was your soldier, you always had a shoulder to lay your head on just in case u lost composure. I loved you to the moon my star, we were together for a minute but we didn't get far cause of changing times you wanted something different you feeling different vibes. All that jive our love was something beautiful I held it up with pride. I ain't gonna lie my Cora did cry but now it's best that we both say goodbye alarto c'ya You really did this loco ***** you said that you would wait but ended this love in such a hurry. You killed my heart when you said goodbye You buried me when you meet that other guy. Why lie? Why lie? Cause I really didn't need to hear all that but hey it's a new time different day no strings attached so everything is Fair play. I'm ok now knowing that you had to get away You should of just told me that you had something to say. But anyway we had some good times and we had some bad. We had some happy laughs and we dropped some tears that would make even angles feel sad. Cause Our love was the **** like that go fast everyone wants a hit. We were the spark but couldn't keep the flame lit. You found me I lost you. To The game and those things you like to do. I was the fool. U played with. Now your the fool who came with strings and silly things like your smile full of lie and the deceiving looks from eyes that don't cry. Alarto c'ya.
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Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 12:28 AM UTC
C'ya
Our love was Crimson and glover over and over you had this loco Rollin over like rover I told you that I loved ya and ill do anything for ya we were on hit like a swisher full of doeja. I was your soldier, you always had a shoulder to lay your head on just in case u lost composure. I loved you to the moon my star, we were together for a minute but we didn't get far cause of changing times you wanted something different you feeling different vibes. All that jive our love was something beautiful I held it up with pride. I ain't gonna lie my Cora did cry but now it's best that we both say goodbye alarto c'ya You really did this loco ***** you said that you would wait but ended this love in such a hurry. You killed my heart when you said goodbye You buried me when you meet that other guy. Why lie? Why lie? Cause I really didn't need to hear all that but hey it's a new time different day no strings attached so everything is Fair play. I'm ok now knowing that you had to get away You should of just told me that you had something to say. But anyway we had some good times and we had some bad. We had some happy laughs and we dropped some tears that would make even angles feel sad. Cause Our love was the **** like that go fast everyone wants a hit. We were the spark but couldn't keep the flame lit. You found me I lost you. To The game and those things you like to do. I was the fool. U played with. Now your the fool who came with strings and silly things like your smile full of lie and the deceiving looks from eyes that don't cry. Alarto c'ya.
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Cold wintry nights were not her favorite kind of eve, especially when she was already warm by the fire with Henry - she didn’t want to leave. They were two wrapped together hands that stay warm in December even without mittens. Their eyes were through and through passion. With each other, they were so profoundly smitten Henry’s love for Cora traveled deep as the sea and Cora’s love for Henry, like a young sprouting tree. For they had only known each other what some might call a short while but they knew right when they met, their love would not be described as shallow or juvenile. They shared and they reminisced about the day they first met. They spoke of laughter and of joy, the kind that no enemy can ever threat. She gazed into Henry’s dancing eyes, which were hallmarks of his heartened ****** features And she asked with anticipation, “Henry, how are we such loving creatures?” He answered, “Cora, as good as we are, were raised in shelters of hate but the both of us became stronger after breaking through the metal barred gate.” Cora remembered each stinging slap generously distributed by her brother while her ears still rang with harsh words and empty threats yelled by her mother. And Henry, such a young boy was he when told by his father what a man really ought to be. His body should able the strangling fingers’ grip and wear the accessory of a bruised, ****** lip. Cora recalled the screeches, her baby sister’s blue cry, while Henry relived the visions of a couch covered with beer bottles where his careless father did lie. But the past remains just that when your soul cries for that one who stands and lays and walks beside you until the moon turns to sun. Henry and Cora both drag a dark past but never cease holding their gaze and each other’s hands because they know what they have will last.
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Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 7:46 PM UTC
Ice Warm Fire
Cold wintry nights were not her favorite kind of eve, especially when she was already warm by the fire with Henry - she didn’t want to leave. They were two wrapped together hands that stay warm in December even without mittens. Their eyes were through and through passion. With each other, they were so profoundly smitten Henry’s love for Cora traveled deep as the sea and Cora’s love for Henry, like a young sprouting tree. For they had only known each other what some might call a short while but they knew right when they met, their love would not be described as shallow or juvenile. They shared and they reminisced about the day they first met. They spoke of laughter and of joy, the kind that no enemy can ever threat. She gazed into Henry’s dancing eyes, which were hallmarks of his heartened ****** features And she asked with anticipation, “Henry, how are we such loving creatures?” He answered, “Cora, as good as we are, were raised in shelters of hate but the both of us became stronger after breaking through the metal barred gate.” Cora remembered each stinging slap generously distributed by her brother while her ears still rang with harsh words and empty threats yelled by her mother. And Henry, such a young boy was he when told by his father what a man really ought to be. His body should able the strangling fingers’ grip and wear the accessory of a bruised, ****** lip. Cora recalled the screeches, her baby sister’s blue cry, while Henry relived the visions of a couch covered with beer bottles where his careless father did lie. But the past remains just that when your soul cries for that one who stands and lays and walks beside you until the moon turns to sun. Henry and Cora both drag a dark past but never cease holding their gaze and each other’s hands because they know what they have will last.
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5 words Missouri Mississippi Illinois River Junction Stealth Lil Bethleham 600k Different hands 1 way in 1 way out New Brussels Manhattan Project Chuuuch 15 million munition Billions on billions of Rounds Deja Vu Free Me From My Chains King Earth The 1 Blood Z Z Z Jolie June Jade Jessie Cage Guage Wayne Britton Brightly Bobby Whittney Lisa Tiffany George Lona Dave Marvin Wade Jusseipty Josephine Raymond Charlene Cora Ramone Franky Leo Kim Q P T G Jeffereson Nelly ... Nuff said ... Pull up your 120ft yacht Wait Youll be the only 1 #1 Why?
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Jul 18, 2024
Jul 18, 2024 at 10:55 PM UTC
"#1 Why: By: Z
Ó Deusa vestida de espumas cuja pele traz a leveza de plumas transbordando pelos poros cas- catas e inundas de prazer Ó Afrodite de múltipla alma e ser és teu parecer a explosão calma quando teu corpo naufraga mare- sias ao entardecer Devotos entregam maçãs e ostras conchas, flores tantas nos votos eternos epítetos e formas canta- rolam ao mar teus fogos Ó amor que aceita a todos seja nos ritos, mortais ou monstros de mulheres e homens lava os cora- ções aflitos e mudos Ó Cípria e Safo, elevarão o amor que há em tudo [inspirada na métrica do fragmento 2d. de Sappho]
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Oct 27, 2019
Oct 27, 2019 at 8:27 PM UTC
Afrodite Sapphica
Strain and promote sales.  To be able to fight, and see that Guinean and his mother, and Superman, Superman did not understand Mary's house, and did not fear them; Because they do not have to face an emergency, and it is better to know smiles, daughter Isasaki, a smile is strong and brave, perhaps horse history and the remaining mask is 100 to 100 in the brackets to cure fever. Caves-up services, it's not very well known that it can not imagine the price of a public toilet outside the brainbox or drunk in a grave; First of all, in this world, there are few words, other participants of the vacuum can be thrown on the road on Manic'oricory Nadine Squillies V. The cause of the fire in the brain is spoiled, the brain receives great. Laughter, laughter, tears and tears, paleontrops, pink waters often have cold air, but more seriously.                 It is easy to remove God is God. |This is a tour. There was gold and silver there. Great dark blue. Between black and white; So, the sound starts quickly after saving health. 500 meters deep, which he did: it is not hell, and its end is at the end of life, and because they are unity, there exists among men that we are the only father of the girls. . . Yashi Gudgavadji Tirigumi Tirigumi Benfleet Beat. We are encouraged "and (x5, 5),                     which contains the most of us: Your name is MelissaDek, who said:" Do not believe in God "(Luke 5: Gonan Chose Zora Leslie Guanty UK Gate web pages; UK Mochinas Diokchi Chori But Sawochi is a bug, Madiho Atto Tower, Tis wariwali, Tiger Hatty thath Death "Heat in 1 code, not a Mesak Sasi, Yin Fanu will be back together, & will not attack again, on Aurelius network  Do not e another attack, Zhang also yannimi anamari's MK Ed. Audi, girl tekakai rasimama Che requested Mae Cora Corey betinisi kosasa pranamaiya rila meat iraki yama vui taita 'eka tavitava || Ali said 'yemavi limned building, gray' iracici Yi,  General cinema TIC Occam's inanimate                         mam iridescent |                  musical mats
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Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 2:40 AM UTC
Yashi Gudgavadji Tirigumi Tirigumi Benfleet Beat, or, the price of a public toilet |...
Strain and promote sales.  To be able to fight, and see that Guinean and his mother, and Superman, Superman did not understand Mary's house, and did not fear them; Because they do not have to face an emergency, and it is better to know smiles, daughter Isasaki, a smile is strong and brave, perhaps horse history and the remaining mask is 100 to 100 in the brackets to cure fever. Caves-up services, it's not very well known that it can not imagine the price of a public toilet outside the brainbox or drunk in a grave; First of all, in this world, there are few words, other participants of the vacuum can be thrown on the road on Manic'oricory Nadine Squillies V. The cause of the fire in the brain is spoiled, the brain receives great. Laughter, laughter, tears and tears, paleontrops, pink waters often have cold air, but more seriously.                 It is easy to remove God is God. |This is a tour. There was gold and silver there. Great dark blue. Between black and white; So, the sound starts quickly after saving health. 500 meters deep, which he did: it is not hell, and its end is at the end of life, and because they are unity, there exists among men that we are the only father of the girls. . . Yashi Gudgavadji Tirigumi Tirigumi Benfleet Beat. We are encouraged "and (x5, 5),                     which contains the most of us: Your name is MelissaDek, who said:" Do not believe in God "(Luke 5: Gonan Chose Zora Leslie Guanty UK Gate web pages; UK Mochinas Diokchi Chori But Sawochi is a bug, Madiho Atto Tower, Tis wariwali, Tiger Hatty thath Death "Heat in 1 code, not a Mesak Sasi, Yin Fanu will be back together, & will not attack again, on Aurelius network  Do not e another attack, Zhang also yannimi anamari's MK Ed. Audi, girl tekakai rasimama Che requested Mae Cora Corey betinisi kosasa pranamaiya rila meat iraki yama vui taita 'eka tavitava || Ali said 'yemavi limned building, gray' iracici Yi,  General cinema TIC Occam's inanimate                         mam iridescent |                  musical mats
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