Clogs Poems - Poems about Clogs

...I like to write a verse or two, I do it all the time Oftentimes it’s limericks, and sometimes perfect rhyme But this is not my hobby, it’s just something that I do I have a hobby and I write, but ......Read the rest...

...The Holy Spirit through our souls searches and in despair silently He cries: there are so many Pharisees in churches, exhibiting hypocrisy and lies. About Christ abundantly they know, their kn......Read the rest...

...If you want to fly free You have to let go Of the things that bind you To the ground you know Useless possessions Pointless chatter Exchange them for the things that matter Stop trying to......Read the rest...

...Italia we strolled the country side throughout the villages of Tuscany peeking through stone ways above garden nooks of Lucca catering to the soft and sensual galleries of floral canvases tha......Read the rest...

... As I fall into the buzzing altar of heavy metal shifting sand, maw, swirling sheets, illness drools plus plus halcyon? drawn too many wrinkles obfuscating drooling stic......Read the rest...

...Walking through the tall pines of Perlarcher forst Munich Germany I walk deep within the woods every day the barbarian alps in my view colorful leaves rustle beneath my feet my London fog tre......Read the rest...

...In Heaven You're in a better home. There are no vicious attacks there but beautiful angels sing. Assured by the florist. Roses have no thorns, sorrow is always banished, discomfort exists ......Read the rest...

...install me in front of anything just let me sit, I can do this there is a gift of immortality that I bestow, on the best of days take texture, the beginnings of d......Read the rest...

...Gone digital begun/beginning Networking with me-self Can't find a full-stop to stop What yer looking at fish-face??? Yer know since yesterday I can't find me thumbs falling feet first in-......Read the rest...

...Litter on my mind When I walk into the garden of my mind I sometimes pick up weeds that must be rid of in the cold light of sanity. A person, from the past, sent me a rancid email claimed I ha......Read the rest...

...A bland Sunday Today, on an otherwise boring Sunday, I drove to the place on earth where I was truly happy It is a place along the coat that has mild rainfall in winters in summers a mild breeze k......Read the rest...

...If I Make It To Old Age If I make it to old age, I’ll count myself lucky. Not careful or clever, not courageous or plucky. It’s all down to fortune at the end of the day. ......Read the rest...

...I was a negative teen, not depressed - My diary declared I was. A complainer indeed, no one stopped me; Only a sociology teacher gave me some definitions to ponder. I was a listener back then - ......Read the rest...

...Perfection Last night I was back in the valley of my dreams a place where everyone wears clogs with uppers of leather that sometimes loosens; my job was to fasten the leather to the wood with na......Read the rest...

...Has old Mark Rutter, been spun to the gutter? Have reason begun now to be seen? Is he sad for The bad? Are the Dutch now glad? Is the national scene; more serene? Will They send him some clogs......Read the rest...