Chumming Poems - Poems about Chumming

...Twas the night before Christmas late dinner. Table set, waiting for Conner, a beginner. Wondering which turkey will be a winner. Wild round neighborhood, non any thinner. Turkeys saw the peacef......

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...(writing for the voice of my son who has terminal illness) Reality is searingly intimate. But they say anguish, woes and sadness are emotions best shared. I am not saying I enjoy lament......

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...With irascible words, she continues to bemoan Writing about poets with whom she picks a bone Chastising those who like to compete in contests She's infected with hate, like a pustul......

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...Bees are coming, bees are coming, how I love to hear their humming, tiny wings just drum, drum, drumming; we’ll be chumming, we’ll be chumming. We’ll share nectar freely with them, ......

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...Out into the crisp February morn, Sunshine finally frees nature From the long oppressive grip Of the icy, snowy, bitter cold of Grey darkness that has enveloped Both sky and human heart alike. ......

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... Some mornings Written: by Tom Wright 4/7/2018 Thoughts arrive like comets, swift and bright, Each, a former tenant of a mind swept clean. Often with a frequency of thieves in the ni......

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... Have you seen any suspicious Russians roving around the Capitol grounds lately, sir? Why, no I haven’t By the way, what does a Russian look like, I dare ask with curious dismay ......

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...ON MY MOTHER’S PASSING i wanted to keep my mother physically with me but it would be like trying to hold the sun like in life she still shines brighter than any star is as gentle......

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...Will Bring To Sing With Each time before we start to sing A great voice will always bring With us than can be enjoyed Not be bad and people annoyed. Tenors tremendous always are Real, true ......

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...I LOOK IN THE MIRROR A SHADE OF DIFFERENT IMAGES I SEE OF ME. MY EYES BLOGGING FROM MY SIGHT. DISPEAR OF WHAT I SEE OF ME. STANDING THERE LIKE A SOLDIER WITH MY ARMS AT EASE BY MY SIDE. CHUMMING ......

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...Bait ready, line in the water, it is in the waiting that taught her... its all in the way you put out the tease, chumming the water for fishing the seas... as the schools begin to near easy me......

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...Tackle box, fishing poles, radio, a good book to read In a quite little alcove , the back outskirt of Lake Mead The desert sun burning the sky, I’m comfortable in the shadow I see the shad chummin......

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...I descended Depths pulling Ropes tightened Swelling water Chalky crimson Pricks of loose twine Slivers in my ear Jabbing Hard. Red. Flesh. Strangling inside. I collapsed Head cocked ......

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