Db Poems - Poems about Db

...Don't betray, Do be brave, Draw boundaries, Delight bystanders And dance beautifully......

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...(Sick with grief over the loss of our old blind cat, sick because we'd put her our last night to vomit up a hairball and then forgot to let her back in. In the morning I find her dead on the highway,......

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...Bright sun lit the sky and I lit a joint and the mood was gay and our spirits free; when headed for the coast, Te Arai Point, on that long dusty trail through Forestry. Back to an age of ......

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...Like Hannibal we crossed the pass and crossed the Alps (okay, the Brynderwyn Hills) and a bridge too far on north-west passage. From out of the Valley of Mizpah to the fires of perdi......

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...the roots – i.e. genealogy of words long held me (no pun intended) held spell bound e'en upon fertilization of ova and sperm viz – conception, an acute sensory means n'er got drowned out ......

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...I have heard many moms repeat "You never stop being a parent." Sadly, I don't see or hear that quite so much from the dads, although I know of remarkably nurturing exceptions. I thought of th......

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...Spring Is Coming Soon Shadows, stretching longer from the Oaks, now Ponder passing of their purpose, and worth Resemble stockings, silk, upon the ground In search of hands still naked, in thei......

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...Thanksgiving, 1971, a parachute pilgrim approaches Northwest Flight 305 as Dan Cooper, anonymous businessman, anarchist airborne, black suit, black sunglasses, a black tie and a black briefcase......

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...DB COOPER-IAN MUNYWE Ka DB cooper sina pupa, nitaondokea pia muda ukifika. Daily kukachora kuzuia swara, bila rwaara bado ninang`ara. kaka dada mama baba, nawatakia mengi mafanikio. nahisi kam......

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...Roller bee tail can Bury dung so times heaver Than itself nightly......

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...Were I to know how you feel I could traverse the wastelands of ignorance Free from this incarceration in myself Marvel in the elation of empathy Feel the stuff we are made from And belong Alas ......

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...Me myself and I, Whoever we are, You are the poet who broke my heart, You wrote words of love, You fitted me perfectly like a glove, And I really pulled myself in, Falling for myself, what a si......

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...35 years tonight without my mother, Way longer than the time I spent with you, Missing the fun we could have had, db May 2014......

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...Nail clipped waxing moon Tarmacadam cooling Chirping birds retire ©DB......

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...Castle In The Sand Waves besiege the shore As crashing long lost lovers-- Lonely lions roar-- Salty cling of sultry air Glistens as sunlight weakens... Latte-coloured sand Reveals waving fiddler c......

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