Bellyful Poems - Poems about Bellyful

...I am Irish, I do not patter a brogue, not lilt, or prate the Celtic. I’m annexed English, cockney, a dead queens piglish, chameleon tongued. Something took me, shook me like a spade until an u......

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...A fool matador by name of El Cid Could not control either ego or id Turned his back on the bull Felt a rude tug, hard pull Two horns split his tights down the seams, they did One should ne......

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...Nubbly encompassing branches Dapple of forbearing tree witnesses frivolous dances peach blossom nymphs frolick free Inherited ease obtained Velvet fal......

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...‘Listen. The shed door’s banging in the wind.’ ‘I heard it. I was just going down to fix it.’ ‘You were not.’ ‘I was. I was just thinking about it.’ ‘You were not. God, listen to that wind, will ......

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...Today, The wind brought to me a young leaflet  Plucked rudely by an unknown hand  Or by some  juvenile beasts play-fighting after a rare bellyful Or else by man in his aimless carnage  Carelessl......

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...RECIPE CARD gravy stained from use those lovely smudged words reveal bellyful of life Kim Rodrigues © 2017......

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...Christmas comes but once a year. Thank heavens for that, there was little cheer, for us as children, full of fear. Dad would drink until bellyful. Then spew his vitriol on assembled crew. Coul......

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...Food mouthful, bellyful appealling, inviting, arresting......

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...Ridin' down into the canyon Looking for some strays I chanced to think about The passing of the days. Been chasing after cattle Seems a mighty long time And all those days I ain't be able To......

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...It was two ways to go And two ways we went The tears they wrung from us Until gape the cracked faith wide The blood we surrenderd to the dust War is a battle between opposing sides A contention of be......

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...Seagulls saunter the shoreline, nipping at scraps of dead fish Hunters and gatherers will soon have more than a bellyful Gils choked by the black tar and oiled wings await Gulf s......

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