Bolus Poems - Poems about Bolus

...Cry like a man, I told my son. Leave nothing unfelt. Love is scarce and may yet run Leaving you nought but a pelt. Be brave, for true courage is when You act whilst filled with fear. I told h......

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...HOLUS BOLUS (PLANE TO SEE) As I sit above the circle of the Earth I look down at all within From My bird’s-eye perch In anthropomorphism I created all holus bolus I inspired the psalmist, and......

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...How many more nights must I endure With wells of salty watery tears filling my eyes With words of hate storming my ears With smells of anger going through my nose With a bolus of agony sinking do......

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...Today I am querulous my foot taps a rhythmless tattoo my fingers roam unfulfilled this bolus of undetermined want slides down my throat, invertebrate, lodging in my stomach dull, as a ......

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...A hazelnut breeze awakens us To another day in the show no one signed up for From an accidental scream Or selfish architects of love Rained out Silver skies that block the sun Do others cry w......

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...Most hearts are marbled with the fat of prejudice. Some more than others. Some have a heart that beats lean. Like a white rose in the summer heat. Others have more fat than heart. Theirs beat......

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...As I turned to swallow the bolus I had been chewing all long with all the contents sandwiched Between my toothless Jews long I succumbed to a real toothache......

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...In the abyss, so black and bleak, I’m swarmed with worry, worn and weak. Peristaltic walls swallow prey: A bolus in the bowel’s bay, I am Jonah, humbled and meek. During the storm’s most s......

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...Obviously, it’s like a very good sentence. Really, honestly an......

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...Calculate deduct deduce infer Kiss the pigs until you’re sure Let’s pretend I matter Let’s pretend I’m dipped in batter Equitable distribby Puttin on the bibby Let’s pretend I matter Let’s pretend I......

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...Largeness of the throat Rejects bolus of its size A brilliant proverb......

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...Therewithal, profluent life ettles it's while. Thitherward, from Death's bleak campanile Grim antiphonals serenade. A capriccio, the slashing swipe of the reaper's scythe will serenade. Strin......

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