Cumbersome Poems - Poems about Cumbersome

...Take me to the mountain of hope Where I can find a place to replenish my soul Take me to the mountain near the sea where I can spend quiet time with thee I want to breathe fresh air again and ......

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...Sun dog, sign. Belladonna, breaker point, fine wine. Deign? Design. Grimace, Guelf, and Ghibelline. Young? Yes. Grind gears, golden guess. Torment? Foment... Wilt, flower. Master of Fate!......

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...As an easy pushover and soft touch lamenting my demise Vultures swooped overhead and preyed on my vulnerabilities forcing me to carrion camping as fine young cannibals sharpened their knives an......

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...The boy, the padre, and the abbess. The padre hung in the bell fry the boy didn’t know at the time, the padre was his father; this once proud man reduced to a pathetic shadow of himself. The ol......

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... oh, memories of a childhood friend I couldn't forget if I tried he lived just two blocks away from me it was as if he lived next door we att......

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...The Moomagatta is very heavy. And being the strongest astronaut around, I knew, for Earth's sake, I had to be ready. Not a month later on the powdery surface I touched down. The Moomagatta and me......

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...Easy to entrance the sycophants watch their helpless dance their back and forth swaying and swooning, in cunnilingual somniloquence. Droning and drooling with flattering and fawning, turgently swell......

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... though many men, (especially former Norwegian bachelor farmers from Lake Woebegone, - but one presently wedded to another female for not quite thirty orbitz around Mister sun) seek a booty cal......

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... Nothing is like water, when water's alone — Memories go out to sea, swam there unglued; The seashells on beach cease not spend away home. When the sky's kiss on water beneath us skews, The scar......

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... Quite a cumbersome ball and chain; Regrets are best left in the past. They engender headache and pain. Quite a cumbersome ball and chain. Don't keep them; there's nothing to gain. The stin......

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...marauding foxes mutilating fruit minutemen mischief-makers marching upon us pick our pockets laugh at our loss “No mangoes for sale” maimed, mangled, mashed sweetness sham......

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...The overgrown Amazon ape With his furry tree trunk wide nape Flew over wearing a red satin cape Birds cringed at his cumbersome shape He carried a bag made of crepe In plum, fuchsia and possibly......

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...I peered deeply into a water trickling dyke clustered by pale blue and green peebles. “Oh dear I sometimes dig too deep or maybe not diffidently. Damon Deep thinker, lost in thought type.” There ......

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... A curly corded telephone rings in a distant room, its black Bakelite bulk vibrates behind closed eyes. An old-time fire-engine parks its flame and brass chassis inside a cavernous skull, though ......

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...Crumbled like dust and I began to stumble like ashes with a gust of wind – that’s what I felt before exchanging smiles and goodbyes… Oblivious obviously…removing the plank from my own eyes of deep-i......

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