Amy Michelle Mosier
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The Garden of EdenA Poem by Amy Michelle MosierCome and find me in this garden; I know not where the hours go.Palm fronds brush against my cheek - Lone toadstool, blush of mallow.They say this is t.. |
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Coming from within a rising hedgeA Poem by Amy Michelle MosierComing from within a rising hedge Of voluptuous white oleander -I sensed a turmoil; one writhe Seduced better than beforeAnd within the naked boughs O.. |
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On waves of midnight blue -A Poem by Amy Michelle MosierOn waves of midnight blue - We shoved off in the boat -It mattered not where to - Anywhere at a casual knot.We entered a world of darkness None but us.. |
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Old age doesn’t exist for allA Poem by Amy Michelle MosierOld age doesn’t exist for all Because many claim its presence;I submit that living goes on Through many-hued firmaments.A shade of love lives he.. |
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Like the SphinxA Poem by Amy Michelle MosierLike the SphinxIgor lies regallyWith eyes closed offTo the world.He finds his zenAnd feels the breezeBut knows not how muchHe is revered. |
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Jesus stole him from me;A Poem by Amy Michelle MosierJesus stole him from me;A cleft of my heart wentWith my beloved to grand company.Shock distracted the void "Grief befriended melancholyAn.. |
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Ample is the rising sunA Poem by Amy Michelle MosierAmple is the rising sunThat alights the furthest mountainA carmine drape upon every hillExciting the birds to warble.Ample, too, is the evening sunTha.. |
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How capricious it isA Poem by Amy Michelle MosierHow capricious it isTo follow the tail of a cometAnd skip across Saturn's rings -To wade in endless streams -Cloaked in ether's blanketOf midnight fan.. |
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Weeds as tall as childrenA Poem by Amy Michelle MosierWeeds as tall as children Partially hide the dusty windows.A long silence hangs Where once promise echoed.Broken glass fills the street - Glittering l.. |
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The Sahara is another vast seaA Poem by Amy Michelle MosierThe Sahara is another vast sea Of zero-edge horizonsAnd remote hours of austerity For "sailors" upon caravansAnd the Sun beams mercilessly And seems c.. |