Best Pegging Poems

“How long has he been here?” said the other voice which Dumpty could see now that the dawn light started to grow, belonged to a largish Owl perched on a tree branch, near the sleeping cat. “Oh, I dragged him in just the other day”...

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The river smells like damp cotton this morning,
the weather has been so complimentary to our exertions
frost invades the nights nicely and soft sunshine comforts our faces in daytime,
we have been averaging 26 miles per day for more than a week
which gives us fat optimism that...

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It’s with great difficulty I put my pen on this paper.
Struggling as to when and what to begin with.
Learning that life has its way of collapsing 
Our paths down to one: unchangeable, inescapable.
 
A journey of a thousand miles they say begin on a day.
But...

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Sings a song of sixpence
A pocket full of rye
4 and 20  blackbirds were baked in a pie
The king was in the counting house counting out his money
The queen was in the pantry eating bread and honey
The maid was in the garden pegging out ...

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On her green washing day
Una wore green too,
and pegged the washing out along the line.
They were green pegs of course,
with red monkeys on the top
to please the children.

It was nice to see her pegging
in the careless wind
and watching monkeys dancing...
These danced in unison -
twenty monkeys...

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enough…


today nature changed
we did not—
we continue to inflict pain

when will it all stop
rogue killing by the deranged—
how long will this remain

today nature changed
we did not—
how long will this remain

rogue killing by the deranged
continue to inflict pain
when will it all stop

today nature changed
we did not—
continue to...

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Granny Doris Lives On

“There’s no such thing as rain in Tintagel”.
That’s what my Granny Doris says.
“It’s always lovely weather 
For grabbing a bag of pegs”.

She ‘heave-ho’s’ wet laundry
Into a basket wide,
Then tugs and grumbles
To drag it all outside.

There’s no such thing as rain in Tintagel
Enough...

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Your tarnished grey paint on a rotting wood canvas.
This melancholy greeting from an entrance to exploitation.
Why I keep meeting you in that gloomy terrain,
Why I trudge through rain and grime to slave for you,
Is all but unintelligible jargon, for you are but a machine.
I arrive...

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Sky and more
Placeholder - PositionHolder - Pegging place for stars
As is each wave on the Ocean, fully ocean yet separate in sight
Canvas of all there ever was, is, and will be: my eternal home 
Everyone's CANVAS if we fully grasp, embrace SPACE: figures and background...

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I was born in the hearth of the snowbelt
knee deep winters-pond hockey 
a long driveway with a small coal shovel
pegging cars with snowballs
long slogs to school
slow brained learner
like an icy march river
-praying so hard for snow days....

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Have an Alm in Palm of Hand

?So how about this poem in your hand's palm,
While some poor person had sought an alm;
For poor pegging
While begging,
Hoping  that weather continued to be calm.

Does anyone actually laugh 
at any of my various poems
that are hilarious even though
precarious?

When...

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A load of unfixed weight,
We ourselves sum up or rate,
Sometimes pegging it to a kilogram,
Under lesser stress to a gram; 
Either a chosen or entrusted role:
Office with files taller than a pole …

Going ahead to father another baby
Which one must not skip in budgets not...

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