Best Hazelnuts Poems

Bruised little feet, up the stream, struggling,
The rocky, dry river pluckily facing,
Bitter memories, the little souls bearing,
Heinous scars,their tiny body still covering.

Around utter desolation again...

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I recall being four years old
and picking hazelnuts with mum.
Fall was chilly, but not too cold,
and we'd picked some to be sold.
Your dad's off to...

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Ground for ground why I never, 
Needed any feedback other than 
The sultry taste, the warm goodness 
Saturating my cunning senses:
 
Within the wee hours...

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If I could be any place I have Lived
it would be back in dear Dar-es-Salaam
this is where I left my heart moons ago
a simple yet...

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Am I Nuts?

Chestnuts don’t grow on chests
Walnuts don’t grow on walls
Peanuts don’t come from peas
Cashews come from the fruit on trees
Pecans don’t come from peacock...

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Well! How ya doin' ? Come on in,
the door ain't got no lock,
and let me help you sit right down
before you die of shock.
Yes, home...

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Most people go bananas 
over chocolate
I'm well nuts about nuts 
as well
Stuff them in chocolate
ice-cream or sherbet.

Yeah munch on peanuts
brunch on hazelnuts
Ah lunch on pecan...

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I came to see you at the remodeled hospital
there were bright tiles, statuary Marys, and assorted saints
"full code" was on the door.
We talked about your...

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I never really got the chance
To thank you
For these glasses that
Have made me see

The beauty in this world that my nocturnal spirit
Has shut away
Like the...

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Auf Wiedersehn

   Well here at last it's party time,in shorts and dirndl dress.
   Excitedly we travelled to the fest, a night...

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Two palm shape a bowl for wound. 

My mouth is a big hole of cry
Ruminates in the dark the sorrow  

My legs flint-stone-
The hammers...

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I wonder if everyone
has a most dreaded dreamed
nightmare worst way 
to conscientiously drop wrong dead.

Mine is claustrophobi-recallish buried
half alive at best is worse
in a wooden...

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Godfearing grandpa died over two decades ago,
he had an adventureous spirit bolder than any explorer of long ago;
and in his many voyages: from tumultuous Argentina
to...

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Why did I have to grow?

Just reminiscing about my life, 
Thinking back when as a child. 
Out walking with my family, 
Watching badgers in the...

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