Eared Poems - Poems about Eared

...Matsuo Basho: English translations of haiku about summer, trees, firefly, fireflies, cuckoos, rice fields, rice paddies, bush-clover, Iris, Irises, temple, temples, Japanese culture, light, daylight,......

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...Howdy friend, I'm new in town. I think I'll jot a few things down, which, I hope, might take a frown and turn it upside down. OK, now let's play a game, to see how much we are the same. These......

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...Let sail this doom and gloom Drinking gasoline with a blue lighter In the morning head up the gangplank The hours till I lay down is a lifetime I’ve become a child drunk on hydrocarbons How will......

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...'It's a pain that I caught you at a bad time It's a shame that I memorised your out-line' You were so honest about your whole lifetime, It took me too long to notice you were never truly mine. ......

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...Her face is a clock I know by heart, laugh lines like sunbeams, worry wrinkles like pencil marks from all the times she erased my fears. Her eyes are forget-me-nots, blooming blue even on cloudy......

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...a practiced smile on her face a mother’s oenomel breath puffs wind under gossamer wings reminiscent of the translucent wings of green lacewings— mistaken for a pest, but beneficial— to strike ......

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...In smoky halls where echoes groan, they carved the truths in tempered stone, yet none recall the scribe who wrote— a chap in boots and mismatched coat. His quill was plucked from harpy's wing, ......

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...Steak, a versatile food, So easy to prepare. Seared, broiled, or grilled, my choice. Searing steak, I prefer. Savory, meaty, and Smoky scent i......

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...I still see my mother sitting at the kitchen table copying out her favorite recipes from the Women’s Weekly magazine. With pen in hand, she’d carefully write the recipe, word for word in her no......

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...A village in the sun There is a small village with a few streets that have no name and houses have no number twelve I bought a small home that had stood empty for years when not used as a stable f......

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... Self Analysis Miracle man 1/31/2025 I’m like an old book that sits on a shelf, Dog eared pages reveal things about myself. my pages are yellowed and worn from my years, some chapter......

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...have to screw it down tightly lately being often lighter than air it tends to float it gets stuck somewhere maybe in tree limbs or under a parked car on a rainy day then again it often f......

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...A cigarette A dog-eared, tattered book Worn as me And the tired clock Tick Tick Tick Time unyielding The hand on my shoulder Recognition Comfort My old friend......

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...[An Autumn kitchen a crucible of y e a s t and y e a r n i n g] Samantha kneads dough with determined hands, she hears Hank's cry—"Vi vi an"—a phantom yeast in the air Her wor......

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... Written: November 12, 2024, for — Glenn Hughes Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori, inspired by the song “Let America Be America Again” ______________......

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