Albacore Poems - Poems about Albacore

...I was born to breathe free, outdoors count my rings and you will know how old I am I come from a family of sycamores I own a massive trunk when eagles soar they perch upon my branch they d......

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...Chapter 14d (King Ptolemy the second, cont.) https://www.amazon.com/Odyssey-Africa-adventures-Phil-Salmon/dp/197392479X “And upon the open ocean Far from land in roving sail-ships How to fi......

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...Walking, walking, walking, walking, Slower and slower and slower, And s-l-o-w-e-r, And s-s-l-l-o-o-w-e-r still. Barely moving... Eyes shut tight... Footsteps weaving... Intestines heaving... ......

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...7/15/17 Object in space and on the ocean floor Above the Earth's core As of now and since way before Across any shore Near and far from ores Either scarce or a galore Regardless of if you ca......

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...Chapter 1 THE FISHERMAN At the dawn of humankind in Africa's great land of sunlight This adventure of survival Of a family's arduous journey One of exile and betrayal And of hopeful brav......

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...5/3/17 Another painting I'm making and creating Results and outcomes occasionally dismaying Sometimes it goes without saying Times of hardships Through the tropics and arctics As well......

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...9/15/16 Across the lands and shores Plants and spores So much life in different shapes and forms Many storms cold or warm Always been an omnivore So I eat vegetables like corn......

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...It’s said there are many fish in the sea So which type of fish would you choose to be The sharks and jellyfish I would avoid Swimming with dolphins I’ve always enjoyed Tropical rive......

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...Fresh evergreens stand beside A crisply clear slow moving brook Reflections of minnows glitter In the midday sun’s warm look Bare branches began to don The tiny green leaves of spring Nature’......

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...Visual Melodies Fresh evergreens stand beside A crisply clear slow moving brook Reflections of minnows glitter In the midday sun’s warm look Bare branches began to do......

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...There was an eel on the ocean floor, Sammy his name, he knew the score. His friends said, he was smart, Then upon a dinner cart, He said, Hey, I am not an albacore.......

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...Tremolo vibrations mark this soar like weight lines in my invisible cloak urging more ardor as nerves implore testimony heralding our sick joke while packed within schools of baffled flesh, no......

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