Best Weans Poems

An open window frames a scene        
Compelled obsession’s wistful sway
A metaphor imbues my dream

Entranced a moth, in porch...

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When i grow old i will be glad
of the five braw weans im blessed to have
Gordon my oldest wise for his years
Kelly shes bolder but...

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Mindless the mission with visions unseen;
Open to wonder that transcends the pure;
Rest beyond tension the friction that weans;
Embrace the thunder that creates allure.
Time after time...

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6 a.m

It is time to wake- 
After being bludgeoned by sleep.
A quick brush 
And a quick wash
Off to the bus-stop in a quick rush.

It’s another...

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Life sucks.
Plucks you from your mother's belly
Weans, silks your skin, 
Fondly toys with you 
and grows you.

Life sucks.
Slyly beguiles you 
To mate, create,
Spit out your...

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Surge swallows stress
Plunder proud press
Gripe glimpses guess


Feel foolish fuss
Bear blooming buzz
Pick pretty plus


Choice charms crafty
Poise pays plenty
Voice veils vainly


Veer vaulted vice
Shrewd sexy spice
Nymph naughty nice


Frenzy...

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Am a lass fae Govan
There a wiz born n breid
When a wiz wee a wiz playing tig on the dykes
N a split ma poor wee...

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When i was a wean we got everything free.from first bras to high heel shoes. ma mammy 
thought she had the cream of the crop,...

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Yes I know love, I know her well
For I'm a hunter who excels
Who knows his prey by sound and smell
And signs that tell, and signs...

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Life floats, a  hazy shadow;
Weans on a morning rainbow 
That glitters, nothing in store, 
But hopes that make the heart sore.
	Soon, the haze drifts...

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Meandering river, 
Just passing  us by,
Looking so blue,
While reflecting the sky.
Gently the flowing,
The trickle sounds small,
Louder the crashing,
Of the waterfall.
The sun on  it...

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I'm happy when....Christy is feeling Hardy....when Heidie buys something she 
enjoys...when Jack reeds all the good comments on his work...when Ruby's Mets 
win...when Patricia laughs...

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Survivor

In nature some are the survivors,
The weak don’t make it along,
Death weans out, the not to revivors,
No pan lickers make it, no nongs,

In order to...

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Hunger sends cold fire round
       Through my veins
       Desperation baths me with hot...

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The sun waves goodbye to the world, its’ rays reflecting golden on the crests of wobbly sea waves
Birds are lazily taking an evening stroll on...

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