Coll Poems - Poems about Coll

...Shad Coll It’s about collecting shadows The woman’s dad died She gained another shadow It descended upon her Dark cloud cliché One of many......

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...it comes onces a year the family all comes near if able they eat same table its mabe cold or coll weather its HOME COMMING FAMILY GET TOGETHER......

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...Love Supplied The WORSE pain is when I leave your side Inside of ME a piece had surely died MY unique personality U take it all instride UNCONDITIONAL LOVE is what you provide Our BOND so stro......

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... The idea is to... steep oneself in panacea scriptures when times see......

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... Unmeant meanings Words keep watch their eyes in the empty spaces fingers feel their unformed faces Can words mean what they were not......

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... For those who go by his tentmaker’s rope swing from one end to the other though neither low nor too high nothing will pass you by if you swing not to the end of your tether Le......

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... Stock Lines derail trains made from stern stock shunting worsted words in wagons to and fro cabins depleted by looters piled on dock signals distressed faces not any more ......

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... Stateless …thatched houses catch fire sparrow tires from romping in the coned-flower chestnut tree alights on the road tires crunch macadam s......

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...Who would milk the Tigress wears no armour gasmask pail within squat thighs nor bloodless forefinger and thumb Cows wear forlorn looks distressed......

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... Timed out …with what do you buy time in stockmarket time where would you store time who guards the stored stock time ......

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... Naked death …the barred and sealed cattle wagons disgorge at the Konzentrazionslager the faux pas relief from urine mud faeces sweat and tears unkempt......

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... Corpus in words designs coloured structures tones movements all the multifarious ways of being sa......

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... by how many badbyes can you measure the length of your day first comes the time too fretful on your hands next the boredom of not knowing what to do with it all th......

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... Soul Genocide No less a word than the last for putting to rest the syllable for every man a creed a cult No final philosophy to last Who can tell when the world ends f......

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... Poems ( i didn’t say ‘poem’) … are as many as galactic swirling gnats mult......

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