Best Grinders Poems

A grey cloud in holes
flew in the sky alone,
headed for its dole
all the time along.

Brilliant sunlight spots
fell onto the ground.
Jumped as little balls,
run as a...

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hold still, eventide ...
   I am a capricious cad among wraiths,
     waltzing with a mop in
   ...

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Light is sweet and good for the eyes to see the brightness of the Sun,
For if someone lives a thousand years, may they rejoice in...

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Reincarnated, I will come back as a mustached and bearded Italian organ grinder,
I will live in Rome, Italy and play my home-made barrel organ in...

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WOMEN ARE EVIL - men ARE stupid

Women are evil, men are stupid
when it comes to affairs of the heart, the arrow of cupid
It's sometimes a...

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i hope you don't mind 
if I wander in through your front door
and reset your clocks to headlight savings
life requires humor he said to the...

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One small little country which houses 
one of the highest paid governments 
in this modern world joke ran upside down

A big part of our life...

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I took my periodic stroll through the local antique store today.
I stumbled over things and stepped 'round clutter to make my way.
I looked for clocks,...

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Secrets are anxiously being kept with a behavioral struggle, as one of the special few enters the room; obviously preoccupied with his thoughts. Bottom teeth...

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In rabbit’s fur I find you
touching it you come to mind
can’t stop feeling the memory
your alabaster pink thighs elicit

Horses on the right gallop away at...

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Karnnifa Leaf And Beyond

Karnnifa Leaf lies wrongler to the westermorn of Liquida Barga
Cool brushing blues, calmingly decending corner wedgefords
In delinquinada rolling ragers fire lavala redlings,...

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The mill wheel would not turn until the spring,
the ice, springtime, thawing, now showing bling.
The mill, now in motion, mill pond, full spate!
Hark, the grinders...

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This poem was inspired by the interviews by Earl K. Pollon and S. S. Matheson conducted with native Sekanni peoples who were negatively effected by...

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Vietnamese Tiger Bone Paste
How can it be? That a magnificent tiger gets turned into bone paste? I never knew it was possible. The email I...

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We are pelted daily on television by some brassy tout,
Hawking useless stuff we're told we can't survive without!
"Not available at your local store - the...

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