Back Of Beyond Poems - Poems about Back Of Beyond

... I talk to the trees and they listen to me I whisper sweet nothings they renew the air I breathe I talk to the trees tho' they don't respond beats speaking to myself in the back of ......

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... ‘if I could I would fetch you the moon a spoon …’ opalescent like a chakra’s rainbow your lustrous promise kindled a path to peace and stability to the moon and the back of beyond shining da......

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...In a little place in the back of beyond, there's a body of water called Second Pond. (I just assume that this corresponds with a body of water called First Pond. If someone can confirm this, ple......

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...Pot hole, O pot hole I saw you too late And fell into your clutches Before I could brake A teeth rattling crunch Told me the worst You'd won the battle My tyre had burst And now I am ......

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...Translation of « On est les oubliés » (They/We are the neglected and forgotten lot) by the songster-poet Gauvin SERS (For the last two years, this young unassuming Frenchman, full of verve and d......

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...The backlog of time charts an aspiring future on the way Scrolls back into memories lighting the path Backstreets of remembrance embrace tantamount change Rewind foundat......

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...ROOBOY Between the spinifex and gibber, across the dry, hot sand, Lenny sits as proud as punch with the leather straps in hand, His roo it has a saddle and a bit between its teeth, When he want......

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...I thought I was beyond it grasping I tried to hold firm as each thread passed through my fingers but my art held fast pinching my arms numbing my fingers itching at me awoken from nightmare......

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...In my dreams I go back of beyond Far, and far away I drift in shadows Free from all the expectations of life With the wind my only heart song Far, and far away I drift in shadows Grabbing at p......

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...Beyond the olden ingress, Would a saga be lain. Of love in purest, Though met with disdain. Of a mortal heart, That was set afire, When filled its veins, A blood cold vampire. Faces his ca......

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...I wonder how many wrong turns I took before the momentum ran quietly out; before the stranding on the high and dry took place. I wonder how many signs I so mistook, to point my trajectory to ......

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...It’s trembling sadly in the misty air, It fears to near you and touch your arm. I squint at it, and I see it get scared. I remain calm and silent not to harm The little dream between you and m......

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...Sacrificial, the non-closure of gecko eyes, and counts the lines Drawn of rain and neon on my window’s negative plate; In restless turpitude, nervous sanction, switch flicked The jumpstart at the ......

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