Best Becks Poems

Alone I roam the dreamland wood
sombre and empty, dark my mood
vain hope to meet my love denied
a throbbing, pumping ache inside 
afar a gleaming stream of blue:
mauve, purple, lilac mixed in hue
‘longside the one in dreams is mine
soft hazel eyes and features fine
 
He becks...

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Brecon Beacons for pony-treks,Cumbrian fells and bubbling becks;Dartmoor 
with rocks rain scarred ,Lake District views beloved of bards.Northumbria, above 
on moor and hill,where Roman echoes linger still.Stone-bridged hamlets in the 
Dales with enclosed leas along its vales.Snowdonia ,one thousand yards high 
reached by slow trains...

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Leaping over nettle bushes,to clear becks and streams
picking fruit from orchid trees, children in our element and dreams.
Building dens in rainy woods,our warmth and shelter clear
raindrops dripping from oak leafs,like a shedding tear.

Swaying cornfields upon the old farmhouse,animals grazing
an overall panoramic view, outback Eston Hills...

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Brecon Beacons for pony-treks,
Cumbrian fells and bubbling becks;
Lake District views beloved of bards
Stone-bridged hamlets in the 
Dales with enclosed leas along its vales.
Snowdonia ,one thousand yards high 
reached by slow trains up to the sky.
Pembroke with its distant trail so 
long,
heritages for us to protect...

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Bribery sins…
.Spurns and prides are taking passes.
Passing balances all are cases and tasks.
Some retakes are warrants put.
Pick the tough ropes not only straws to last.
PINKO god-some will need the disciplines.
Doors to Eden just are door ajar.
Some things harmonic needed our justices to cohere.
Feels are fear...

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I open my eyes to colour and light:
blooms, feathers, leaves and patterns in trees 
gossamer webs and intricate insects
on the move, ants scurry as people hurry
busy as bubbling becks. Then comes the night
with points of light and secrets of shadows.

I listen, attending to whispers of...

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Brecon Beacons
        for pony-treks
Cumbrian fells 
      & bubbling becks
Dartmoor 
  with rocks rain scarred 
Lake District views
     beloved of bards
Northumbria on moor & hill
where Roman echoes linger still

Stone-bridged...

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Born as bird is a boon
Board on bees and bugs 
Birdies burble a tune
Budge all blooms and buds 
Flick!  Flip!!  Flap!!!

Bathe in becks and brooks 
Best buddy of a baby
Blowing beaks of rooks
Make little ones crazy
Chitter! Chirp!! Clap!!!

Nursery Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve...

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This is a growing Pennsylvania community.
Just south of Pittsburgh, it’s in Allegheny County.
This town has been incorporated since 1950.
This is a place with a rather long and proud history.
Baldwin stretches north along Becks Run.
It is just south of South Side Flats and Arlington.
The population per...

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during the Eves of festival
a broad shouldered man
came into or near
the Layer were Witches were said to dwell
He came there to challenge
the Goblin who made
pots in the cave
Witches, Witches  ask him here
cast your spell and make him appear.
I wish this Goblin to weave my...

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THE WITCH BIRD IS A MIGRITE OF
BOTH THE HUMMINGBIRD AND PIGEON
THEY ARE BRIGHT YELLOW AND WITH 
BLUE BECKS ARE HARD TO FOLLOW
AND THEY FLY REAL FAST
AND LIKE THERE BROTHER
THE HUMMINGBIRD
THEY HOOVER OVER FLOWERS 
AND SUCK THE NECTAR FROM
THE MOST COLORFUL FLOWERS
THEY HAVE A BUILT IN...

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God is sailing, God is sailing
God is sailing in my heart
God is fishing, He is fishing
God is fishing for my heart

God is on the seas
Oh, oh He so knows me
And He's granting me
Full liberty

His feet are atop of the waters
He becks for me to come...

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INSIDE OUTSIDE INSECT SURPRISE

Compassion matters
Flies in the house involuntary
Something fell in the batter
Kitchen close now voluntary
The fruit is on the wall
The ants and spiders crawl
Why all the while love birds on the window sill
Smack their becks together
Waiting for those hateful worms
Patiently on the moisten lawns

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In my New York suburb, I’m mildly fond
Of Helvellyn Road, and Gracemere pond
But the original Helvellyn called...  
Ravenglass too, even the name enthralled.
Of Lake poets, I eagerly read
And I found what Alfred Wainright once said:

[chorus]
His words echo across time’s bridge
That always there will be...

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The chirping sparrow
White rice in becks, swift leaving
Crows finish the dish


-December 05, 2018 Chattogram...

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