Jute Poems - Poems about Jute

...Addends, minuend, subtrahends... all Greek to poor student long haired pencil necked freak. Damned (internal) revenue stream plus plugged egress equals flood of woe torturous suffocation of b......Read the rest...

...Cape Comorin (Kanyakumari) of Tamil Nadu, Might be copious of the core concept called Xanadu; Indian Ocean, Bay of Bengal, Arabian Sea, Amalgamate and mingle here, like mermaids, full of glee.........Read the rest...

...Variations On A Theme... of hodgepodge strewn helter skelter wonky inviting reader to mentally swelter. Ach'n (ache Ken and burn'n) kickstarting existential and proverbial struggle me species......Read the rest...

...Blue skies are cloudy, blanketed in grey, yet on this muggy, miserable day, I ride off to my favorite café; where they serve venison as an entree and a baked Alaska for dessert; yea! As ......Read the rest...

...Candles have been lit in a room of seventy-two my yoga mat is weaved from recycled flexi-jute I am a wisp of silence in this doctrine old and new seated in my soul, I am rendered mute ......Read the rest...

...Another Easter spent feasting on Jelly Bean Martinis, sculpting butter lambs with Nana’s mastiff Escort snoring by tabletop fire. Aunt Bea smoked lemongrass, shading wooden eggs with Dapple......Read the rest...

...Do you know that unseen someone is tending the tender leaf? Do you feel the moving spirit behind the ladybird on the tender leaf moving free? Do you think of the force of swiftness in the wake of whi......Read the rest...

...I’m tired all the time these days With aches and pains that show my age. Rusty springs, instill in me, this unfamiliar rage. Logic still escapes me as air once clear, is filled with blame.......Read the rest...

...(The memories are simple, living the feeling significant) After conquering Beamsley Beacon due Southwest, Rombald’s moor stood, while for centuries within the valley the minute dwellings of gre......Read the rest...

...A sculpted form looking so cute, Only when kissed flatters as flute. To him that knows not to play how, Far better may sound an owl's hoot. Metaphors thrown in for a wow, A meter force-fitte......Read the rest...

... “Metamorph” The Invocation of Fire cast, She imprinted her mark, a Metamorph holding keys The Siren, bare feet, walks towards the ......Read the rest...

.... . . after the ellipsis we confer entrenched in the awakened a story rises from the burn limbs parted and wrapped about delved deep within the yearn it is the beginning ......Read the rest...

...Cityscape The artist’s hand reshapes yesterday In straight lines Of hard edges - Peaks of Right angles perfected Missing oblique or obtuse – Claiming the horizon In ful......Read the rest...

...Peachy keen verboten maiden jailbait USA plum ova ripe fruit inevitably, inimitably, invariably,... whets whistle pubescent magic flute impossible mission to rein with absolute zero sucks esse t......Read the rest...

...how wonderful it was when the harpsichord played, that dance with you was memorable desired to return to the floor I prayed. how wonderful it was when the ju......Read the rest...