Accordions Poems - Poems about Accordions

...Tell me Have you ever felt you could runway Far away to a secret place Where time stands still The hot sun mostly shows its beaming face. Well come! Take my hand And I'll take you to that pl......

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...Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares What are these objects in your frames? Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares Why must they gotta be the same? Cars and busses, traffic lights Bi......

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...The bayou sky flies a catfish moon over swamp gators And cottonmouth vipers. Accordions, fiddles, and rub board vests Make their ramble through the undergrowth hot on the trail Of a sultry midsu......

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...Parents methods, a question asked Mothers rule one, questions, answers forthcoming Fathers think they are kings of the family domain As said previously see rule one if ever questioned Mothers wat......

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...Men to turn them on it is extremely simple just press buttons... they are electric ovens...! Women however are accordions... to touch them must be virtuous, a virtuose to solo their hearts !......

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...This is a tribute to my Uncle Tom. He died from Covid 19 last week, even though he was healthy and strong. He was my Dad's last surviving sibling, the baby of the family. They are now all gone, the......

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...Intricate patterns, exotic flowers curl into royal insignias cultured eyes can devour A cornucopia of colours Like a peacock's feathers on display expanding and contracting thos......

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...The Saint John River rolls along Under skies of baby blue, Touching lives of country folk Just the way it used to do Before the war to better times, When steamboats churned and church bells......

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...Don't bother me with conformity don't bother me today- with things I should (or shouldn't) do or what I shouldn't say! Don't bother me with conformity my house is not “obscene”... Orange, pur......

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...Saturday Farmers’ Market Here’s how it goes at our Farmers’ Market: shoppers all ages, clothing, and races, parents push bundled babies in strollers, children dash eagerly through the crowd. ......

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...6/27/17 Whether or not I've been awarded several laureates I'll tell you what the entire story is Even though it wasn't all that glorious And I didn't always come out victorious It somehow bec......

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...SOME PEOPLE… some people beg in the corners of the streets – cover themselves in rags of ex-clothes thickened by the streets’ slime dig in trash for spoiled foods and dirty empty bottles hud......

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...Inside pub steins stout magic spoke ‘neath genie wisps of bangle smoke Brown cone cigars, deep chubby pipes Aromatic spills to breach the night. Music calls to muted songs Rough knuckles echo B......

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...Wander in my poem, As if on the beaches of Copacabana. Lay down on every one of its words, as if on the warm, hazelnut sand. Let the sun color your skin and rest upon your back. Forget who you are, a......

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...Last night I watched in silence At the end of the road in forest deep I hid amongst the trees watching in awe As gypsies dance while others sleep Under the violet hue of evening sky Haloed by evening......

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