Best Overladen Poems

They that go down to the sea in ships, that do business in great waters:
These see the works of the Lord and his wonders in the deep.

From the 107th psalm




It's been the hub of the fishing industry for nearly four hundred years
And has witnessed heartbreaking...

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About a castle crowned with gleaming towers,
Young grass and budding trees announce the Maytime;
Above the mountain streams or blooming flowers,
The thrushes and the larks sing all the daytime.

There through the woods rove pairs of lad and maiden,
Each damsels' hair with flowers overladen:
One plays a harp...

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Dad Revisited

RIP 1924-2015


Last night I sat up in bed and prayed a little longer,
I asked god to send dad back for just one more  day with great fervour.

Dad was waiting for me in the verandah as soon as I reached,
Seated on his cane chair...

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Dad Revisited- Once More


Last night I sat up in bed and prayed a little longer,
I asked god to send dad back for just one more  day with great fervour.

Dad was waiting for me in the verandah as soon as I reached,
Seated on his cane...

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I Slept with a Female Mosquito..... By Peter Onyancha
(part I)

I Slept with a Female Mosquito. 
Waking up, Good morning, but goodness!
Stupid lewd fly; family of the blood sucker
Fretful, I study the plumped mosquito
My science talks to me, unfaltering
My eye bulges and I nod, I see,...

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overladen snow covered crackle and crunch
though, this skeptic owned a doubtful hunch
that such 24/7 round the clock whether coverage
     would make laughingstock of forecasting
     how Jack Frost feigned being out to lunch

and merely his
   ...

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Heard upon the heavy, humid air,
	now unpleasantly warm,
came further reverberating rumbles,
	that proclaimed an approaching storm,
and we were made very much aware
	Nature’s ire was evident,
as with bolts of forked lightning,
	towering clouds were rent.

Seen in angriest dungeon,
	as befits a brooding sky;
and mesmerised by her fury,
	we watched, as...

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The king was incandescent,
In the brocades and creped damasks,
His knights and his attendants 
All surrounded his gilt throne.

A multitude was gathered,
For the seasonal oration,
Warming sons and fathers
By his sure and sovereign tone.

The king was still at speaking,
When the son entered the palace,
With his retinue and...

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Always the weapon
and never the truth
the woeful prediction
of life's terrorism
shall always end in death

Ah such a bastion
for the ammunition of fear
to afford the devils consumption
of every soul living here
in tortuous redemption
those switchblade centuries have controlled

All for heaven
in martyrs agony
the suffering of the down trodden
ignorant muck...

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OCEAN
                   
                Ocean looks, seems endless
      ...

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In the bed I do not rely on commandments
The roses already fraught with wind
How many clocks do you ask
While the morning overladen with eternity is late
Delirium morning

They foresee the end of the world
Through star gates
They will wish to open them, open them they will not...

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Circa February 12th, 2122 ~ 10:30 PM

Equals twenty one thirty 22:30 military time
future time traveler looks back one century ago,
oceanic waterways overladen with green slime,
yours truly attempted crafting id est feeble rhyme
far from madding crowd, nevertheless yet lovely
bones and flesh quite spry, still considered prime
(moost...

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Mediterranean’s melancholy melodious megaphone
Notoriously navigated Neptune’s neutrality zone.
Overladen, overworked, and overthrowing Orion’s own,
Permitted planet Pluto to persecute Perry’s corn-pone....

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Summer storms are thrashing
trees overladen with a lush glut
of arboreal heaviness.

Will the Fall enter through this crashing rain,
shall the canopy of a saturated season
crash now one leaf at a time?

I see fire in the sodden green,
it struggles to glow
and yet I watch it grow, become
and...

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An abundant rural scene
Everywhere freshly green
Fields overladen with hay
Buttercups dot the meadow
Hedges white with may

See Grant Woods(1892-1942) Iowa rural scene paintings,especially Young corn & similar

http://www.crma.org/Content/Grant_Wood/Gallery.aspx...

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