Asphalted Poems - Poems about Asphalted

... On a busy Marescaux Road where No one cared for an injured dog, Where motorists do not come to a slow, And honking horns hammer As impatient traffic competes toe to toe, There on the asp......

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...Sheep I have read and published some of my old poems when the world was mint fresh and I believed in the lady in the lake, I saw her swim a moonlit night know I know she is not there, but a pro......

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...Green leaves on trees The tall carob trees that bear long oblong fruit black as the hands of a Gambian, sweet as sight of the snow-clad mountain reaching the blue sky when lost for weeks in t......

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...A picture Behind the mountain, as seen in this photo I lived, in a small village, for 31 years The hillside of the mountain only had a few farms narrow tracks fit for sheep and mules The house......

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...They talk so much but do little Yes that’s it, for that is all they can do When we used to walk distances on daily routine It was enough to say things can be made better Horses, bicycles and car......

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...I took a ride through the park to relax my mind I stood on top of the hill observing the burnt trees standing patiently waiting for someone to take them in The entire place was empty and the sm......

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...Riches Once, in the shallow river where sunlight makes the stone look like gold nuggets, I threw into its water an engagement ring, made of silver. I had paid plenty for it on my low earnings, ......

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...Of all the things that I have lost Perhaps what hurts the most Is that I can no longer go to where I once called home... I cannot roam with childish glee Down through the leafy grove Nor play......

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...The summer Island On the island in the fjord where we use to go bathing there is now a bridge over, a parking lot and you have to pay. There are toilets- no peeing behind a bush- and kiosk selling......

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...The summer Island On the island in the fjord where we use to go bathing there is now a bridge over, a parking lot and you have to pay. There are toilets- no peeing behind a bush- and kiosk selling......

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...Sobriety In the beginning, it is like walking on a narrow track With olive roots over the ground to trip you up and branches Of trees slapping you in the face, if you fall get up and Continue ......

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...Portugal on my Mind The nature so lush I felt like a horse I had to feel my eyes With beauty and scent left the asphalted road and walked on a track till I was consumed by bushes and the sound......

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...The long Road I`m going out for another walk at home the silence are oppressive most of the villagers have moved away and some are dead or senile she hates my house, my home it is too silent, a......

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...I have been trying to pen this verse since Friday night But the words couldn't jump clearly out of my mind I twist and turn erase and rewrite but my imagination was stalled for a while and nothing......

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...My Way I saw the three tenors sing “I did it my way” mind, the fat one died, and the two others hate each other and never appear in public if they can avoid it. Of the two one looks like an agi......

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