Caking Poems - Poems about Caking

...Some pro's and con's of being connected to virtual reality Dune not be bashful, grumpy, leery or any other contemporary dwarf man regarding countless less well known dwarves (that never got a c......

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...Some Pro's and Con's of being Virtually Connected to Reality poetic verses Dune not be bashful, grumpy, leery or any other contemporary dwarf man even countless less well known dwarves (that ne......

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...In the early morn I hear the birds sing Crows caking aloud Dove's singing their songs Blue jays calling mates This birds complaining Then the geese honking Flying in the early dawn Or i......

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...she remembers each morning caking it on her face gave her confidence made her feel stronger stronger than she really was like warrior paint she caked it on primed to face the day A......

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...Croissant making Bread baking Yeast slaking Crust caking Bread Potato Pumpernickel Whole wheat Enriched white Bread The smell of it You will have a fit Fresh from the oven Your Grand......

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...who felt incorporeal storied power of Herman Melville as zen unseen aid instructing hypothetic rich kid to drop out of school before his/her first grade coz of all the money he/she made ......

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...In the midst of the lies and tricks While others idolize some despise the rich To get some dough people will lie and snitch Ski mask way, sit back and devise a lick Im just trying to ge......

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...Nature's dust, Caking softly white Silver rust, Upon globes of grapes. Protective, Wit' her moon powder, of Autumn's gift: Her purple sugar. Aching heart! Poison'd blue & red, Nature's blood, Seal'......

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...Twenty one years of Suffering Lies sprawled on the tiles In a scarlet pool Reflecting the moon. Scarlet droplets clinging to tangled black hair How peaceful she looks How content that smile Tears of......

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...I am returned to the heart of worship To the tong teared flesh and searing whip To dust like lice caking hungry lips To the greased rope that savagely she grips You go paint your abstract canva......

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...Ending a hot day On the back of a lizard Crusty desert dust......

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...Five after four in the morning. Night-sweats rumple silk bed sheets. Vague cusp ‘tween night and day blurs chiseled contours of sanity’s sharpness. Dreams half-way loosed into consciousness waylay s......

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...thought I'd always love you couldn't see another way Please don't hit me I love you I would say Didn’t know that love was not supposed to hurt that crying through the night just wasn't going ......

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...Croaking and stroking, joking and smoking, he became a king, he began taking, while he was busy making, and raking, all around began shaking, the plots to overthrow began cooking, and around ......

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