Clods Poems - Poems about Clods

...Dip 'em in caramelized honey or gummies Without it, they taste kinda funny and runny A Carnivale only for bobblehead gods A barrel of laughs for the rest of us clods That are blubbering bobbling ......

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... My garden plots my demise Haunts me like a living soul The care I give is appreciated, yet expected Each time I weed takes a toll When it's time to prune All hell breaks loose ......

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... Part I Rock n Roll came through the slave trade The Hippies and Moonies said “We’ve got it made” “Rock n Roll sounds came from the jungle” [Lennon said] The blues helped through the strug......

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...It is ironic that those who guard the gates of poetry rarely, if ever, manage to enter into it themselves. I came in through a secret back door, a door hidden from the eyes of the world, wh......

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...Bullies Unrestrained, belligerent bullies abound, In schools, institutions, and in businesses Who create ruckuses that serve no purpose, But to show passionless feelings of meanness, ......

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...Feathers sparkled lustrous leaves crowded in a blisterful branch glazed pink lusted sprinkling waves smothered a idyllic luxury Blizzard armies of service strategically polished in s......

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...I wished to find the words for you - so beautiful and dear, The pretty ones that you would be so happy just to hear - And when I found the very bestest, selected just for you, I’d put them into ......

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...  Written: February 05, 2024 _____________________________________________ On twilit roads as dusk falls, from rivers to towers and walls, when lilting rhythms call, a......

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... They were vibrant women, whose voices vibrated in the vicinity. Their squabbles were X-rated. Profanity pirouetted nude in their expressions. They fought for the rights, though with obsce......

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...She is sitting, front legs under her reddish-brown mass. When I think of her shape it is always her belly I see most. The bulging warmth, the mastication, her on-going digestion. I'm a boy, ......

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...I watched the farmer do daily chores, year after year. On hot days, those of snow, each morning he was here before lavender light of dawn, he checked on his crops tended to all the animals and fed......

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...You live among the stars I breathe among the scars You call me war with my existence alongside your sorrow I call you a tailor, whose breath embroidered my dreams stitched my skin, whose wel......

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...As The Tall Stranger Went In To Sit For A Spell As the tall stranger stared skyward in a daze, blinded by fantastic, flashing illuminations was it a fantasy he therein saw Aha maybe so, Maybe ......

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...A stare across the grassy fields revealed. Covered with frost, they lay quiet and still. Their position clearly had a restful feel, One which will leave them in decline until Next Spring when......

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...A troubling bat-winged night disappears into a sonic silence, mind-straws tumble slowly after. Dawn peeps-inward clean as a wind-shaped whistle. Now we brew, now we wet the willing lip. Da......

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