Best Forecasts Poems

Tears from yesterday’s
ends in the clouds of both pasts
drowns pain in puddles
as this night’s moon burns through and
bathes a new love’s hope display.

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Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
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'...the burnt out end of smoky days' - T.S. Eliot


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The evening rumbles in 
and grumbles, tea is served, the kettle
whistles, bread 
is buttered, weary workers settle,
nibble, drink their tea and chatter,
as the platter's 
passed around and cakes are proffered
in the cozy parlour, lamp-lit,
rum is offered,
daily...

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This life is full of surprises,
In one days life multiple can be born,
Several more life's exposed to the elements 
Bow our heads, 
can we morn?
Please forgive for all these sins 
giving back must not be in the forecast yet,
I only see debt filling up my...

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'...the burnt out end of smoky days' - T.S. Eliot


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The evening rumbles in 
and grumbles, tea is served, the kettle
whistles, bread 
is buttered, weary workers settle,
nibble, drink their tea and chatter,
as the platter's 
passed around and cakes are proffered
in the cozy parlour, lamp-lit,
rum is offered,
daily...

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The evening rumbles in 
and grumbles, tea is served, the kettle 
whistles, bread 
is buttered, weary workers settle, 
nibble, drink their tea and chatter, 
as the platter's 
passed around and cakes are proffered 
in the cozy parlour, lamp-lit, 
rum is offered, 
daily bread, and...

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...inspired by T.S. Eliot

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The evening rumbles in 
and grumbles, tea is served, the kettle
whistles, bread 
is buttered, weary workers settle,
nibble, drink their tea and chatter,
as the platter's 
passed around and cakes are proffered
in the cozy...

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'...the burnt-out end of smoky days'



                    T.S. Eliot


 

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The evening rumbles in 

and grumbles, tea is served, the kettle

whistles, bread 

is buttered, weary workers settle,

nibble,...

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The evening rumbles in 
and grumbles, tea is served, the kettle 
whistles, bread 
is buttered, weary workers settle, 
nibble, drink their tea and chatter, 
as the platter's 
passed around and cakes are proffered 
in the cozy parlour, lamp-lit, 
rum is offered, 
daily bread, and...

Continue reading...

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The evening rumbles in 
and grumbles, tea is served, the kettle
whistles, bread 
is buttered, weary workers settle,
nibble, drink their tea and chatter,
as the platter's 
passed around and cakes are proffered
in the cozy parlour, lamp-lit,
rum is offered,
daily bread, and thankful for it.
Curtains closed against the weather,
children...

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Sleet
Snow
Tender grows the seasons 
No rhyme 
No reason
No feeling 
Impressed or smoked
Note's taken
Subtle pan fried bacon
Sizzling feet
On nights out
In winter coat's 
And pastel colors 
On Autumnal leaves
Crisp beckoning sound
The jungle wake's 
Proudly back to book
Take 1 last look
Into the glare of fading light
The shivers bite
All...

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Forecasts

 
'...the burnt-out end of smoky days'

                            T.S. Eliot

 
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The evening rumbles in 

and grumbles, tea is...

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