Excursion Poems - Poems about Excursion

The day after the mutiny incident: DJ again pitched his idea. He gathered the Older children Again, "Okay everybody we have To make up to Dad Ma and Auntiema. Today." The children remained In the large kitchen as their Three Parents descended the Stairs together. The 3 parents And children were suspicious of Each other's motives. Damian asked, "what are you...

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Date October 2040 The children were in the dining Room and having a meeting of Their own. Amadeus spoke "We need to be honest with Ma Auntiema and Dad and tell Them when we don't like Something that's happening. DJ agreed, "Yeah, brothers" He glanced At Desharah. "I Think we should have a kind of United front." Amadeus asked, "So what...

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A canvas as wide as my teacher, and taller than still It swallowed the wall whole, And barely held still inside the frame, The belly of a whale with it's arms open wide in welcome The detailed impressions of people Sinking into pillowy flesh Inviting, violent, gentle pinks and red The blessings in my mouth converted Into the excited bounce in my...

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whimsical weasels waterfall weathered willow wilderness walk watch...

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starting a journey within the self embarking on an excursion into the soul taking an outing into the unknown pack a picnic lunch full of questions that need answers that hopefully will be found on the way to self awareness once this field trip of the present self has come to it's conclusion on the other side of reality...

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excursion "where are you taking me, where are we going, why are we dressed in white and tell me, is this the night or is it day it is hard to say everything is lightless and gray. so where are we now somehow i have lost the way how long shall...

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Where all rumbles where I ramble beneath highway overpasses and past the shy soul’s excesses. Isn’t life a simple gamble? I chaff at dreaded enclosure then I spurn any exposure. Earth driven shakes makes me scramble To find solid footing while lost, or lose ground in the permafrost, not without scrapes from bramble, cover glory second story, leaving me so weak, con amore. All renews without...

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Our excursion is a pathway we must follow in the journey of life beyond this universe. Love is that eternal emotion we all seek. Poetry is the sweet music—light or dark, that is bound from the union of our hearts. Without poetry our minds are a whirlpool. Disoriented and lost without song and sense there is...

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Lonely Excursion Place myself in a strangest city, Feels like I’m a lonely nobody. Walking back and forth inside this mall. Can you really tell the world is too small? Smiles are raging everywhere. I’m a friendless no one from somewhere. I hope I could be as happy as anyone. Wishing that you were here my special someone. Everyone screamed for joy but I...

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on an excursion students are seen glorious ...

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excursion blanket, i love your soft tolerance i think i will stay.......

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Excursion Today we went a city tour by an open decked bus to see old buildings, castles, churches and other wonders built in honour of kings and god. Not to forget all the statues of glorious admiral and generals, famous for battles won in Africa. After an hour of heritage and culture I had enough mind switched...

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Women set this world on fire He said to me Glad for man's talk heart to heart I said in glee: There would be no hell ... unless He stopped me. Not that religious nail again Bare here, and see. In silence then I prayed for rain. I mean desire, He exclaimed, a man cannot die quietly I mean expire Without ruffle of sheet and roar They raise...

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Sir – Late in the noon as usual Came the vergers with the sharp bells (Prof, a roused lad saw not the Vicar) Announcing another blessed excursion; Of course, Sir – The endemic hubbub Reigned in the nest To be vacated in a hurry; And the piecing bells Hinted of the swords in the rafter Plunged in full poise by pig-watcher (Prof, a roused lad saw the...

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Dearest Vicar – Late came the regency bells; The voice of your acolyte: The mezzotinted voice of the verger Rang at last for mass extrusion. Dearest Vicar – We all heard the fragile peels: All the birds of riot Must disjoin in the new exodus Of the new testament of single nests? Dearest Vicar – Confusion and uncertainty Reigned in the hovel: The restive communal nest....

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