Bulrush Poems - Poems about Bulrush

...In a damp, bluesy club in the middle of the reeds Two amphibious musicians gathered in the weeds Stringed instruments of driftwood and canary grass Played with webbed fingers and a dash of souther......

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...In my dream, I sailed away Over the tame waters of a tranquil bay And landed in a magic isle Never set foot before by anyone alive A pleasant retreat of birds and beasts Far removed ......

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...The rolling humpback hills dips down into the valley Fading off into the horizon. Giving the illusions of vast herds of buffalos. Roaming and grazing peacefully Across the sun lite plains, Ove......

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...I have known: of wise detectives catching crooks of "Thought Police" revising books a shipwrecked family named Robinson of lion, witch, and wardrobe magic Heathcliff's heartbreak,......

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...Late into night we sat together to plan the vacation My husband mentioned an exotic hill station To which he had been once and had a great time But my sons preferred another spot fit for a......

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...The universal worm has got some competition now, since ‘Sandy’ took me out to Bateson’s dam. This don’t include the ‘whitchys’ we get in a broken bough, nor ‘scrubbies’ on the hooks we have to cra......

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... Every ringside observer knows, Truth don’t pull no punches Getting down dirty in the earthy trenches, reveal who the real firmament workers are When a pile of brown waste is coming......

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...Another day’s daylight is fading, and the evening sunset is red; in the pond at the end of the garden, mating calls are starting to spread. There’s a chorus of croaking and growling from the s......

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... Cinnabar sentinels stand swaying in the mist of morning through whispered hush and gentle breeze, like jewels , the leaves adorning. Cool the streams in cresting waves float laurel barques ......

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... Nearing four hundred years of living in captivity Solar eclipse aspirations has been my people’s enduring ebony destiny Almost four hundred years of divided slavery: chains seen a......

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... In the year of a blood moon, they assassinated a King Triple six stamped shrunken head dolls, with voodoo stitched mouths, spit the hate bullets out Brotherhood? Universal unit......

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...UNION Swaying bulrush here, Insane wind, dispersing seeds, Dark sky, monsoon cloud All so fervently reminds Me of your memories green. Rooted, motionless-- But dispersing my f......

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...There’s an old river course with beginning and end, now the river runs straight without this river bend, where the water is still and the reeds do grow strong. New life has taken over in a billabo......

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...SCENES OF A CARELESS BOYHOOD The sound of water,escaping dams willows,old rotten planks,slimy posts,brickwork,old timber props wet ditches,sedges and silvery nets towpaths without gates,horses......

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...Gold fields expand softly in front of an eye of a dreamer Sweet flag near bulrush ancient ballad will murmur In the water dam is built by hard working beaver The all seeing falcon will fly through t......

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