Commoner Poems - Poems about Commoner

I am incapable In my existence To fathom the love that I receive It is not ever same Everyday the envelope takes a distinct figure Adding to my muddle Each day it alters its scent But it boils me to think How is it love if days can recast it Or is it that My feeble mind...

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Another day droops to nothingness, with the parting of the Sun As it drowns itself scattering colours for the world to look by A mix of red with a slight of pink And the glow of orange and yellow within An open palette of expression and freedom Even at its end the day spins an extravaganza of colour I sit...

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THE COMMONER There are different varieties of me In the azuline light, I swirl and twirl And sometimes become dim. Some favour Bellis Perrenis version of me In the spring Some sophists are partial to prunnela vulgaris Not the folks; vacuous and dripping in Bulgaris My favourite form of myself is sheep’s sorrel My buds emerge from upright...

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Commoner Nature that we daily hear or see Is dull- “it bestows us no glee.” Would its Anatomy we dissect There is what we did not suspect: Roiling in Tea Cups; fierce storms That opens grisly can of worms! JM 17th January 2014...

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In olden times things were saved or repaired Old dresses stitched, boots and barrels staved Worn-out clothing used as rags No plastic wrap or bags People believed in “A stitch in time saves nine” dictum “Use and throw’ was a distant dream I was the versatile commoner, the flour sack. Branded with different names, And stamped with names in purple, blue and...

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