Amy Michelle Mosier
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Rather than talking to walls -A Poem by Amy Michelle MosierRather than talking to walls -I’d prefer a saguaroFor the wisdom they know.Centuries - they come and go -Leaving mysteries unsolvedAnd the tradi.. |
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Behold the marvelous wildflowers!A Poem by Amy Michelle MosierBehold the marvelous wildflowers!How they boldly carpet a sloping glen -Our gift from Earth’s seasonal showers.Hardly is the desert recognizable.. |
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Love is many, Water is manyA Poem by Amy Michelle MosierLove is many, Water is manyAnd flows aplentyBut Fire is oneAnd consumes until goneAll but purity.If to each other we belongAnd we’re to stay str.. |
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You want to requite my love;A Poem by Amy Michelle MosierYou want to requite my love; You already have with a ringAnd many years of life So this I command you to bring:A bouquet of chocolate flowers - Each w.. |
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He has a gift little perceived -A Poem by Amy Michelle MosierHe has a gift little perceived - A mind for temperament and thoughts.That he is one of privilege Is both natural and mysterious.Such witchcraft to the.. |
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Last night remains a scentA Poem by Amy Michelle MosierLast night remains a scent Remembered at slow length -Drawn from the air, lingering about - A secret kept under my breath.The union of your soft lips .. |
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When long days drag on meA Poem by Amy Michelle MosierWhen long days drag on me And my soul cries in the darkThen I speak my prayer in sleight And He slips it into my jar.Prithee - give it wings to fly up.. |
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Every day is a new adventure -A Poem by Amy Michelle MosierEvery day is a new adventure - A new iota, a new gnosis -Search not by the easy standard But see through the eyes of genesis.The more I learn, the mor.. |
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What a brutal sun that assaults the cliffsA Poem by Amy Michelle MosierWhat a brutal sun that assaults the cliffs Where cacti and mescals dare to abide!Here and there, dozens of petroglyphs Decorating the canyon may be es.. |
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I was smote by wordsA Poem by Amy Michelle MosierI was smote by wordsAs a soldier with bullets‘Til I harnessed their powerAnd they slight retreated lest I would fire backThen they came for my f.. |
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