Conger Poems - Poems about Conger

...longer conger......

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...I Let It Slip Away I let it slip away, my freedom said goodbye, as I sat in a cell of abuse pain and neglect; life is blasé I can’t conger up a why. You were a tyrant and I wanted to die,......

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...Remember when that flash of insight last self-ignited in your expectant thoughts blasting away the fog of uncertainty, complexity and doubt. A sudden aha Eureka answer, pure, simple, so succinct, ......

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...I spent my life wishing that I was out fishing And quite often that's where I’d be When asked the attraction my instant reaction Was that it was born into me My mother, no lie, made a tasty fis......

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...I don’t have asbestos fingers and my blisters come from the garden Toiling the soil and growing fine ingredients for such gourmet cuisine Like ‘throw it all in the one pan dishes’ and crystal ball ......

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...He never once mentioned the pressure of his blood or his Mam I found dead on the floor his Dad’s cancer or his younger brother not once, during the best years of my life he fixed cars with......

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...Old Friends Adrift upon the ocean’s torrent waves two friends feel the gist of the Neptune’s knaves they feel impending danger while deluged the mate seeks the trawler’s bow for refuge th......

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...She brightened like a child whose broken toy is glued together, summon tears as one summons servants, and danced like a flower in the wind. She disclaimed the weariness, that dragged upon her......

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...They demean your value and destroy your image, utter wild cries like creatures in pain, their expressions change with the rapidity of a kaleidoscope, faces change with each turn of their talk, l......

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...Me, my brother Tom and Uncle Pat were on a fishing holiday three men in a rowing boat way out in Dublin Bay we anchored up and cast six rods over a sunken wreck hoping for the catch of our lives to h......

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...its a pure thing that makes a change fame conger shame heal all plain its a strong wall love 's over all......

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...High above, through the clouds I see Snow covered mountain peaks. High above I soar inside a gentle, Calming atmosphere of peace. I do wonder at times why I am so free To that and other que......

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...So faintly slow comes the dawning upon a lonely soul, as he trudges down the high way to reach his life long goal. A bend or two to conger. A river that must be crossed. A storm or two to wal......

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