Brook Poems - Poems about Brook

Michelin star cricketing cook…by hook or crook.. so canny..will find every nook and cranny…if you took a look at the record..score or text book ..won’t have forsook ..our dutiful..beautiful babbling Brook Although the barmy army might suggest this almighty Blighty Test best..is more like an umami tsunami.. Bravissimo heave ho machismo..top grade…gung ho pyro Tyke tyro.. renegade...

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Bottoms up in the brook a-babbling topside down ducks a-dabbling wings in webbed feet a-scrabbling omnivorously grazing on the dunk beneath the water for insects sunk yet in the U.S.A. above below but not abaft they rank 7th most-hazardous bird to commercial and military aircraft and as a high-flyer at least one duck was struck and it's hard to beat at a cruising altitude of 21,000 feet ...

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A brook trickled easily down As poetry running unbound And I stood on a rock To hear the steady stream Of foreign words gurgled. A hazy shaft of light beamed down - Laser-pointing through piney boughs - And where it gently struck - Columbine shined and teemed The floor with emeralds....

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Do you remember it … That one late spring day, Solemn, where two could sit A place nearby, but far away It must be there still … All around was dense with green A steep hill, a small hill … A footbridge in-between Leading down into the nook A place both shaded and quiet, And the bench by the brook Sat there waiting by...

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I would sit on the banks of needle brook And dream of faraway lands To where I would go Nobody would know I would dance upon clouds And ride on the tails of comets I would swim in oceans deep And ride on the backs of wild animals I would swing on vines in deep jungles And skip...

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I Could Sit Here” I could walk along this sandy shore. Crashing waves to and fro. Sandpipers chirping, Seagulls circling, White sails sailing. I could sit here for a while. I could hike this rocky trail. Relish the splendor of snowcapped peaks Bathe in an icy brook Cast a line without a fly Bull elk braying in the meadow below I could sit here for a...

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Still lakes can listen A babbling brook cannot hear Cast your words with care Into this sea of people The source, the flow, from the mouth...

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BIRTHDAY CLUE AT DAWN At dawn In the little hours of a crow I spoke to my pen to rise Rise from bed to speak The language that at best I understand To the form and rhymes; I'm no stranger Gladly the pen took over the pages Surmounted all pressure and blunt edges At the brook In the hours when breeze was set...

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Today's rain is more of a doom, But why not just spare my own room? You just poured in without a shame So, who will then take this your blame? Tho', where I live is a jungle, My life needs not be this bungled, Because this flood was just a lot, This is not just based on my thought. Its' anger was unleashed...

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And there ... I saw the unicorn, The sunlight beamed Off her golden horn She just stood there By the edge of the brook, Never startled ... As I stopped to look It was just her and I While all time stopped, Then, to the waters Down her head dropped To take a drink Nibble at the grass, I cannot tell you How much time did pass The unicorn saw...

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Its fragrance,its aroma may be felt by the windy, naked rose. ...

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A story of a traveling brook You. A lonely maiden, picturesque Smiling there, in an unseen, fathomless, depth, never to be rescued Never knew the grace of the creation of a festive reason! A bird, I never knew too close Chirping high from far across The sea My life and my tranquility! We loved and cherished for a life long truth,...

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This brook in the woods I pass in the winter It babbles and blisters and wanders and splinters In all sorts of directions grinding and winding Turns back in connection then to itself binding Like limbs of a squid with their purpose undid A playground of kids with rules they've rid Not rigid or timid, free flows with no limit Nothing to...

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Our shifts are duly spent Of police duty known and meant And inquiries followed through In the daily things we do One day this can turn dangerous When this duty becomes onerous And an offender attacks unclean With a sharp weapon stabbing mean For Ian Todd and Jordan Allely were stabbed At Crystal Brook by Sean Ferris so bad And Ferris...

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