Delicate Matter Poems - Poems about Delicate Matter

...Woolen objects wrapped up in fine linen tucked away on a shelf bear the scars of age-old men lamenting in their years, while the sound of young men gets ready to join the conscription line thunders i......

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...Do you remember that time when just loving each other was the right fit: Respect, honesty and mutual agreement made the relationship fully legit. Now-a-days, relationships are of different types an......

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...The feelings of my attraction were so obtuse. I knew he wouldn’t pick me, indigent, without foundation. How could I convince him he needed to know me? Any wrong move could be seen as egregious e......

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...Desire is the trickiest mistress A strange unpredictable beast Tickled by fancy and circumstance Afflicted by famine and feast A delicate matter to master An unruly monster to tame Lightening ......

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...Mary’s Head Mary, a prominent socialite from the Berkshires Being proper and polite Had a good head on her shoulders In accordance with her stature in life Invited guests would join her in th......

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...Moon In A Returnable Bottle Beast The sharpest tongue comes out like a smile on a rug swept clean A pointed thing like an acid arrow projected for all to see A pretty young girl displays it venomou......

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...When I was just a wee farm lad growin' up in Hoosier land, There were many things about farm life I didn't quite understand! One day I saw a neighbor leadin' a big bull down the gravel road. I ask......

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...Solving the Problem of Wedding Gifts By Elton Camp How I sympathize with the dilemma of a couple planning a wedding! The stinginess of some who are invited is simply incredible. They seem to thi......

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...First the sound of feet outside The clearing in hesitation run away & hide Man In a barrage of common place He will leave his lasting trace Through thoughts exposed in an opened door by will......

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...From the very moment my Mom taught me how to use a spoon, From her mouth was uttered that old familiar tune: "The kids in Asia are starving, now Bobby, clean your plate!" Her admonition was final ......

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