Cobs Poems - Poems about Cobs

...Impressive machine with power in plenty. Ten tons of water tanked in its tender Along with coal cobs free from slate and slack. Essential fossil fuel feeds firebox flare That spews out sparks ......

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...Cornfields full; midst green blades glaze As summer lends a hand with its golden blaze. They sway to the wind, direction it blows Golden cobs of grass in pride simply shows. At sunset they cower ......

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...Bitter Wind With the winds beginning in the autumn season, the Soul seems to be a leaf falling towards new pain. In the heat of the fire flying with the wind, it inhales us with the new breath ......

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... Stopping By Corn Field On A Sunny Day with apologies to Robert Frost Whose field is this I'm sure I know. he's busy in the barn now though and will not see me stopping here to find ......

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...Deep in the earth’s bowels We crawl through tight tunnels Where it’s darker than night But for glimmer of light From small stub of tallow, A feeble yellow glow. Above our heads the rock It oft......

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...Har, ya say it aren't so. Yer holds a black spot. Ye won't live to be old. Grow short on the clock. We want that, Gold. Those cobs in a box. Nice to know ya Munroe. Pistol shot, flintlock.......

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...The winter of 1621 in Plymouth was harsh as could be, The Pilgrims were sick and sorry they'd come, They missed their warm English beds and their tea. The still ambulatory shivered and shuffled ab......

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...Autumn's bounty now waits in the fields. Sowers and keepers of the crops are Now replaced by energetic reapers. Dry and ready for the combine; Brown and ripe for the harvesting; The corn to ......

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...More is so much more More than creation could have to offer The better we can do If we meddle and then we tamper Make it better it will be BIGGER THERE beneath the muscle mass The egg yolk re......

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...Won’t you please take me back To the brown couch at my Gramma’s house With the big gold-framed antique mirror over it And hand me Grampa’s old transistor radio Covered in leather with glorious k......

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...Monkey business “I say how about breakfast at The New Farmer’s” Our day of picking and consuming done no hunger induced nightmares, we rest dusk to dawn check on the young ones. Are we a......

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...THANKSGIVING Butterbees glazing Wing’d gobblings Horn of plenty Our honeyland Mannah-maestro conducting Xylophones with silver spoons Misting maids of ‘mooners Golden streams of Gilea......

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...Have you heard a carrot scream, when dragged outta earth? Or the yell of green beans peeled alive severed cross-wise, sectioned? Or the curdling yell of purple potatoes plonked alive in ......

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...‘so glad ya made it out alright,’ she says. ‘i’m feelin’ a whole lot better knowin’ that the crops’re bein’ taken care-uh.” you nod, smile politely and step out of your car straight into drying mu......

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...I have a question a wondering thought imagine this and that... If a squirrel is a rodent? Why? Then why is it such a cute little critter; And when they procreate do they also have a lit......

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