Bedstead Poems - Poems about Bedstead

...Just belay, will you, hook-up and just stay. Grab a mooring, until the break of day. Or ride at anchor on line, rode to sea's bedstead, instead. Just belay, and moreover just stay, steadfast ......

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...I always think of us as young you still blooming and me too fresh Like the time when your little body was huge with our boy we really rocked the cradle back then or that time in some cheap ho......

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...Hark, listen to the church bells ring In welcome to our newborn King Sing in praise for the Holy babe It was for us our Saviour came. As never before - kneel and pray For peace on......

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...Dear Santa, As you may well know, it's tights and not stockings that are all the go. So, with no stockings to hang on the bedstead, would a pair of my bloomers be OK instead? I'll ......

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...Just going for a BEER Beer, Beer, what you are doing here I thought I gave you up But there are still two cans of you left here in the fridge Now enough is enough But I do though like salty ......

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...Her old grandmother ailing Shortly before she lied down Her quaver fresh head facing the wall Her crocodile skin broke of blood vessels She let the dying for burial She ran away from The old ......

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...Steam driven ashes and lava from volcanoes Obscure tomorrows Exploding from bean pods and tomatoes Beseeching and seeking halos Our lives require To earn a rebirth Inspire and inquire Whethe......

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...I have being bitten with a poisonous sting Causing me greater pain Making me feel unconscious And allowing tears flow down my cheek I have being bitten by an unseen creature Causing people to......

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...I dreamt I said, ‘Hullo, Fellow’ on her pink plumage pillow When from my blue sky grew and flew a sentimental swallow That told me to fold my arms and grow calm because it didn’t matter anymore As......

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...I remember I remember A swallow gliding across The moon’s rising shadow That falls At the feet of my bedstead. I look at the glow and the raven black sky And wonder of what’s to come. ......

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...I awake from winters slumber As my sap begins to flow My buds will shortly sprout While my limbs begin to grow I watch the many animals That start to come around To some I am a gym While oth......

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...I recollect we would,encircling a fire,congregate Brew tea and pregnant stories of ancient time narrate My grandpa would hours during nonstop preach The inestimable merits of Dawn prayer and teach......

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...Post coitum omne animal triste est, sive gallus et mulier* Yes, no cockerel who rules the cackling roost Will stomach slander from Latin master; But who will stand aside and l......

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...5 a.m. had surfaced Weary I ascended from my bedstead Keen I rose the first of many cancer sticks to the sleek rift of my lips Oh, how the flavor of fresh, young smoke Knocked at the base of my esoph......

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...Starry portents twinkling in iris, the rest was essential, some potent tranquilizer, was working on wrecked nerves, in delirium one felt, sweet honey run through nerves, slowly to brain, where......

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