Feed Poems - Poems about Feed

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J=Juniper berry oil for hair, U=Urinary health wellness care. N=Natural detoxifier if I dare, I=Improving circulation with a prayer. P=Promoting healthy aging is what I need, E=Evergreen small shrub I will plant and feed. R=Reducing skin irritation so I do not bleed....

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Whatever You Feed It Grows Do you feed the negative? Don’t become pessimistic. Narrow minded. One sided. You can’t grow from always complaining. This is not up-lifting. Don’t hold onto the temptation. Leave the old ways behind. Don’t push people away. Hard road, age will turn gray. To grow is to change. I’ve always been...

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"(The Word of God…) More to be desired are they than gold, yea, than much fine gold: sweeter also than honey and the honeycomb.” Psalm 19:7-11 KJV “…There is a natural body, and there is a spiritual body.” 1 Corinthians 15:42-44 KJV Which do we feed more, the flesh or the spirit? Psalm 19:14 "Let the words of my mouth...

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Love can be a fire raging out of your control With passion leaping higher everyday. Love can be a candle in the darkness of a soul, Just enough to help you on your way. Over years, too many tears will drown out any flame. Perhaps you can re-light it but it’s never quite the same. If you want your love to...

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We are muddy from head to hoof Me and my dogs Barney and Koof I brought them out to do their biz their doo-doo smells worse than spoiled Cheese Whiz. They took their giant dumps ten yards way But it’s so bad my nose and taste buds ran away To say I feed them well is a tiny lie Their plates of...

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Lay your head lad, upon my breast. Stay safe in my arms, Mama's nest. Take from me nourishment you need. Wake for a time so you may feed. Then back to dreams of angels song. Been away from them, not too long. For from heaven, you came to me. Your destiny waits, but now... sleep....

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On Februarys third, when winter bites, We set our tables for feathered flights. Seeds scattered wide on frozen ground, Draw tiny visitors from all around. Cardinals flash their crimson capes, While chickadees and finches take Their turns at feeders swinging free, A backyard birds jamboree. Sunflower seeds and millet spread, Like nature's feast of daily bread. The juncos hop through drifted snow, While woodpeckers tap...

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The birds of Alesund descend To greet an old and trusted friend, An answer to their constant search, For food, safety and a welcoming perch, The birds of Alesund descend To greet an old and trusted friend. ...

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Andrew Cooper farmer of the land, of Croyde Devon; in old England decided he'd plough some fields again? as the sun was shining through the English rain, yet some eco-loonies including a judge? hit him with fines and orders and they don't want to Want to budge.' O K he remted it to the relic's archialogical Whatsama-thingammy..Cant deny...

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VITAL STATISTICS FEED MY THRIST Meet me at the fountain; So that I may drink the water I'll be the one clothed in righteousness naked from ground, upto my crown; My soul running to the fountain, yet I don't have a cup All I'm carrying is my mouth; And that I'm going to speak life; I was thirsty, and you...

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Sometimes I feel the pain of hunger, For things that are just beyond my reach, Sometimes I feel pain running deep, I wish to sleep, But then I consider, Those who hunger for what they cannot grow or eat, And I realize that either I am too blind or too selfish to help them, Sometimes I feel the pain of hunger, I wish...

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please feed the birds Theie dear Mother said. With so little time left she still thought of them. She raised eight children Alas, seven are left. All, Every one of them. Are truly blessed. She, was their mother, mentor and friend. The lady ran the household, and was known not to bend. she was ninety-four. Dying in her bed. Had gave the last measure. Anon, nothing was left. They praised the...

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Feed I feed everything considered and all but finished (he’s a pathological liar) with not yet proven accusations or assertions of war treason. ...

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As a war on life intesifys the land of Britian must soon decide.' How and what they'll put inside; their bodies.' That their earth and farmers provide.' Will it be earwigs? Or potatoes and beef? To be honest my choice will not Give me much greif' good pasture produce from familiy Farms; as its been for millenia will do...

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