Best Rakes Poems

Reflecting in her garden sits a winsome little maid;
She holds a purple flower like the circlet that she made
And wrapped about her braids to grace...

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Where is the love you promised us always? Eternal love is 
cast out of heaven for the angelic it seems—Quote by poet

It burns deeply knowing...

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Poisonous air streams down
As plastic-laden waters choke
Fishes and  Universal Motion's glow ...
So much has changed through time,
I wail against slow death of UV skin,
while...

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Your pace of life is just sublime
When blessed with seasons, wet and warm
With foliage and fungi, you mark your time
A gastropod; a handsome form
As your...

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In the summer Hot Weather, is the season of expressing the ultimate calamity of days of
unbearable treasure.  The measure of pleasure is fullfill as...

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By 3 a.m. he often would awake
I’d feel the bed shake. . . 
shake. . . shake. . . 
He’d say my name and ask:
Are...

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Married for eternity to the cool earth.
So difficult to think about my beautiful flower.
Surrounded by jagged rocks and cold rainwater.
Your sweet petal skin forged from...

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Christmas eaves’ drop - red and green leaves of pre-December.
The snow-white clouds, the beard of Santa Claus’ pre-remember.
The elves are surely hammering
whilst Mrs. Claus is...

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I hover back and forth under a dim lamp
Waiting for his grip to open the door;
My  breath pulses  at a beloved’s  sight
As...

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Time and tide again waits for no man
tempest-tossed upon life’s billow
The hull or the dinghy
Serves as a fortress
Though steady on its keel
Knocked his wits and...

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That is Some Hydraulic Brakes

One day at a food shop,
I met a man selling cakes,
For money he wanted to swap,
But I really wanted some hydraulic...

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Soft flurries, at dawn,
      spurred on by wind;
   the blow and drift
of twilight’s whiteout blizzard.

Achoo, here we go;
...

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    She is quite the Mistress of the air, synchronize swimming where Eagles dare-stare, no need for landing batons or clearance, she...

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Have you ever had a day that you wanted to relive over and over again? A day when the craziness of the world was far...

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WINTER

old folks
warmly dressed
out with rakes and hoes
try to inveigle
a new spring

Dave Austin...

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