Curs Poems - Poems about Curs

...Femur sighs, given a break and transformed by love. — by poet (inspired by Ira Byock) What’s worse than an illness, an accident? Imagine with me helpless in the abyss… Open to the cur......

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...Hope speaks “In the beginning… “ i believe that every tittle, cross, dot, word is light. The narrow path - he leads us by the hand. He did not leave us to misunderstand. I believe he c......

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...A variation of a variation on a theme by Dr. Seuss... The Grinch's twin brother lived also alone, Because he, too, was supposedly bad to the bone, And a sad tale it is how his heart turned to st......

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...The round table spins; yesterday I was the least, children made sport of me, scrawny curs snapped at my heels. The King's favor is fickle. The Queen shades her eyes, a demurely cast down mien ......

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... Jagged like spurs, harshness of curs Relying on instinct Spewing slurs, heart’s radiance blurs Roaming ego’s precinct We flounder in stupor Rabid desires anchor Enmeshment in r......

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...In an hour a thousand pass Doctors, lawyers, truck drivers Small and fat, A straggly cat. Six ladies in elegant furs Two little boys chasing curs A tottery, old man with a cane The same scragg......

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...Medieval Poems Wulf and Eadwacer (Old English circa 990 AD) loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch My people pursue him like crippled prey. They'll rip him apart if he appr......

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...The round table spins again; now I am the favored Knight. Yesterday I was the least, children made sport of me, scrawny curs snapped at my heels. The Kings favor is fickle. The Queen sh......

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...Wulf and Eadwacer ancient Anglo-Saxon poem, circa 960 AD loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch My clan's curs pursue him like crippled game; they'll rip him apart if he approache......

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...Strangers are attacking me; ruthless men seek my life— men without regard for God. Selah Psalm 54:3 GOD SEES THE COURAGEOUS AT WORK Wild-eyed disregard for God — The moc......

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...Wulf and Eadwacer ancient Anglo-Saxon poem loose translation by Michael R. Burch My clan's curs pursue him like crippled game; they'll rip him apart if he approaches their pack. It is otherw......

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...No? You don't have pity on me? You should! I'm sure you'd rather be a stick of wood Food that doesn't smell so good, if you could ~ Rather than be me ... Spend your days rained on, snowed......

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...WD-40 resistant, cranky mental gears no longer appraised, honored, nor prized as a precision crafted tool never adequately utilized, when eyes stared blankly taking up space an......

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...Dogs loyal, friendly licking, playing, rescuing companions, sentries, threats, enemies barking, biting, mauling mean, mangy ......

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... “Smoking Gun” Twisted Blistered dance with me Come on Brother Snow get off your genuflection mojo knees The World’s about to turn and merge Vibrating dimensions souls that turn 4th a......

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