Beanstalks Poems - Poems about Beanstalks

...I cannot sleep so through the aperture I look, The crescent shining a marvellous bright The scenery as if straight out of a book, The sound of the crickets in the dead of the night, A stoic sound......

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...Through the eye of the needle Not to the left or the right Dodging both on the comets tail I streak into the light My last wish out in front As words melt in a fiery contrail And with only ......

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.......BLACK HELICOPTERS NEVER FLEW. (except in crazy theories) Everybody knows, that there is no such thing as a conspira......

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...Her parents use to read her Fairy Tales she remember their voices… their joy… their laughter which is why, she imagines, she grew up believing in happily ever after. She believes in bears tha......

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...I will meditate upon the sunshine, Though its noonday heat could find me forlorn, I shall dwell upon happy hyacinths, Drying, undying from yesterday’s storm. I will close the curtain on past’s ......

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...Through the eye of the needle Not to the left or the right Dodging both on the comets tail I streak into the light My last wish out in front As words melt in a fiery contrail And with only ......

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...Through the eye of the needle Not to the left or the right Dodging both on the comets tail I streak into the light My last wish out in front As words melt in a fiery contrail And with only ......

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...A prawn masquerading as a peanut can be quite disturbing. So many times a peel is a garment used to shroud. A tentacle hidden. Here and there. Then to reappear with an often violent burst of becoming......

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...The Magic Land There is a magic land I know, Where Dragons fly and Giants grow, Where rainbows hide a pot of gold, And Leprechauns grow very old. Elves can fire their arrows true, And Witch......

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...Through the eye of the needle, Not to the left or the right Dodging both on the comets tail I streak into the light My last wish out in front As words melt in a fiery contrail And with only......

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...When a dog becomes an alcoholic it is time for the owls to rise on a buttered barm of consciousness.hmmmmmm well interesting but five times round a chicken net is obliviously equivalent to a sawdust ......

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...INTRO A wonderful world it is contemplated Jake as he planted his seed to grow his beanstalk. He knew that this beanstalk would nourish many so he watched it grow. One day he awok......

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...I have seen Millennia in and now its twenty fifty I somehow made my century rejoycing with my family. It has passed it seems in the mere eye blink. Now I remeninsce held close in loving arm......

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...So dear son, A man on crutches is a broken man A hip hop existence Is not accidental, for the composition Is a race broken by l......

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