Courses Poems - Poems about Courses

Are things becoming obscene..' With the (over-greens?) Starvation an aim ? Sacrifice..' Is it on your name? M I N D the slope.. So Much evidence..' Yet offers?, No Hope..Whats cooking ain't Chook.' And its really, not so good If you'll only take a look..! ...

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In the murmur of modernity, a disease courses through the veins, A silent malaise, binding hearts and thoughts in heavy chains, Where no one thinks, feels, or dares to care deeply anymore, No spark ignites, no spirit ventures beyond mundane chores. All emotion drifts like whispers in a forgotten dream, Beliefs eroded, lost, in an unbroken monotone regime, Each soul devoured...

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Sixty thousand pounds One hundred sixty horses Snorting like leviathan On uncharted courses Eleven feet of width Thirty-two of reach Tank-like tracks that crush the rock With a metallic screech Carving up the hillside With the greatest ease Playing toss with boulders Plucking up huge trees A tree that falls is heard Some even make a sigh A sound that makes me wince I will not tell a lie Progress can...

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The river courses, its currents speed as it carves the land; pushes against the mud, the long grasses bending over the dark deep light blue-brown. Her...

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Once the job has been defined health and safety can be addressed by carrying out a risk assessment. Contractors also have responsibilities for preparing risk assessments. Their risk assessment should fit in with the clients and provide complimentary information. Contractors will also need information from the client about the job, the state of plant, etc. when preparing their...

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The pandemic unfolds, relentlessly Hiding here and there, shamelessly Guerilla tactics in the crowded jungle An uninformed battle line can only bungle So we are back to commodity trading Peddling wares whose glamour is fading Selling systems which worked in yesteryear Declaring of home-grown innovation, real fear Mentally and emotionally we are at the ceiling Tomorrow may bring the unknown feeling Living in the past,...

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Applications are done Relaxing under the sun High School tassels distant memory Senior prom night issues buried New relationships are the present worry Bringing stress with the luggage they carry Acceptance letter was received From number one school ‘would you believe?’ Leaving the state New adventures a wait Sounding exciting and great Yesterday was...

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A mare is a female horse Of course I've never heard of a nightmare My Dad said it was a very bad dream And should be called a nightscare Not horses for courses That run around a track I can't understand it A horse Usually comes back Of course One can only hope I don't mind dreaming of horses Of course It's the night scares I can't cope...

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We scaled the ocean one stormy recess On rafts we drifted on raging waves Pulling anchor in at foreign island beaches And exploring the rocky caves But one morning we charted courses that couldn’t match And we didn’t see each other for days When we met again it was like nothing changed But we kept on marking our maps in...

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Golf courses are beautiful to look at. Green vistas in a blasted world. Birds twittering all about. Growls, hums and whirring sounds from traffic streaming by. Children screaming and laughing. A shiny ball watched suspiciously by a couple of crows. Electric carts, a quick margarita, a five wood. Where else will you see bright green plaid shorts and red shoes? What a bunch...

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7/18/17 Here let me paint you another portrait What you consider ugly, another may consider gorgeous and vice versa, the same could be said for thinking this world is small or enormous Throughout any courses Similar and opposing forces From the same or different sources Near or far from wild and tamed horses It all was or wasn't in accordance To having minor or...

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I sit at my table - I sip onion soup It's good for my cough - bad case of the croup I could do with a meal and something to sup But the bar is now closed - the buffet locked up The dry glass of flowers long started to wither I yell for the waiter to make him run...

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I sit at my table - I sip onion soup It's good for my cough - bad case of the croup I could do with a meal and something to sup But the bar is now closed - the buffet locked up The dry glass of flowers long started to wither I yell for the waiter to make him run...

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Hello. Today I will be your server! Welcome to the world of eat whatever is set before you. The first breath of crying after the doctor awakens your two beginning and the end parts. First soup and salad, variety garden of vegetables, jello, milk, juices and raw emotional changes within the womb. Time to suckle for yourself...

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