Best Sheeting Poems

Rock Hardon just called a staff meeting
To hear a complaint about cheating 
Our Xerox machine
Could not be wiped clean
So privates were publicly sheeting...

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Soaking wet the grey sheep huddle
by the stone wall shaped and laid
to last five hundred more years still.
Rains sheeting o'er the moor leave 
us dripping as the fish in Foley's Tarn.
Clouds careen across the sky like 
ragged flags unfurling, our house is
battered by the storm's...

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Young Peter destroyed his bed sheeting
So he could go out trick or treating
His mother went mad
And so did his dad
Their language is not worth repeating!...

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Soaking wet the grey sheep huddle
by the stone wall shaped and laid
to last five hundred more years still.
Rains sheeting o'er the moor leave 
us dripping as the fish in Foley's Tarn.
Clouds careen across the sky like 
ragged flags unfurling, our house is
battered by the storm's...

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THE   CURSE   OF   FOG


The curse of fog
Descended while our boat was  wearing,
Before we had time
To  fix  our  bearing : 
A last glimpse of lighthouse far,
Final sighting of the dog star.

We groped forward slowly together ...

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comes forth the rain, riding a cloud
bucking, straining, fighting the reins
snorting, cavorting, brassy and loud
comes forth the rain, riding a cloud

rambunctious colt, kicks loose the drain 
landscape obscured, wrapped in a shroud
water is sheeting, down to the plains
comes forth the rain, riding a cloud

paired but...

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Teddy Bears on holiday.

The Teddy Bears marched one and all
Smartly through the Hotel Hall.
With Ted in front Freddy last
They raised a smile from all they passed.

“Look lively now” was Lionel’s cry
And moving quicker they did try.
Rupert shouted “Feet are sore”
Lisa told him “Not much more”

Out...

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I peer out through the rain-dashed window
Upon a dark December day.
The gathering gloom my view does hinder –
All is dismal, dull and grey.

No firmament, just threatening cloud
Above the doleful dripping trees
That loom behind a misty shroud.
This dour scene breeds great unease.

Receding landscape, distant, pale,
A colourless...

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Outside my windows is sheeting rain,
Yet inside I wallow in pain.
The grey silk curtains hang on their rod so still,
As I place my head upon the windowsill.
If only the sun would shine for only a moment,
If only my poor heart could make atonement.
Is my only...

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During enduring winter rain
the small bird cheeping

his only wish of certain warmth
ducks out of the sheeting rain - each
 
grain aimed an icy dart poignantly
tipped with a hardening past -

into the chimney duct through
too-small a hole for use again,

tweaking his wish to certain flames,
some sorta...

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Can you hear the heart beat in the trees 
Mimicking me praise reports embracing the symphony.
You are the words captivating me
You heal me
You speak with a profound illicit beat
Intimate with me
Walk on the ground surface cemented deep
You complete me
Whole fractions equally unique
You include me
Smelling the...

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Soaking wet the grey sheep huddle
by the stone wall shaped and laid
to last five hundred more years still.
Rains sheeting o'er the moor leave 
us dripping as the fish in Foley's Tarn.
Clouds careen across the sky like 
ragged flags unfurling, our house is
battered by the storm's...

Continue reading...

Soaking wet the grey sheep huddle
by the stone wall shaped and laid
to last five hundred more years still.
Rains sheeting o'er the moor leave 
us dripping as the fish in Foley's Tarn.
Clouds careen across the sky like 
ragged flags unfurling, our house is
battered by the storm's...

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Bird song perks in the mind
as the gray haze drenches the horizon. 
It becomes harder and hard to think.
The monochromatic hours pass
from felt gray, slate gray, to black
And repeat.
The furnace hums. 
It is the only thing with heart. 
Hope of spring does not rise eternal.
It...

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After the five days of sweltering heat
I look up from my writings
as the sunlight falters 
and the skies begin to darken.

I step outside and gaze
at the lowering clouds,
feeling the wind freshen and gust,
tussling my hair and teasing the fallen Autumn leaves.

And as I stand before...

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