Fettle Poems - Poems about Fettle

...What‘s better than a biscuit? Hard to debunk Treasure trunk funk Should you let It get wetter Would you dare risk it? The trick a quick dunk Or could flunk..kerplunk.. Mu......

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...There comes a young lad from abroad. He wants a car but can’t afford. So he gets scrap metal And this he does fettle. Then calls it a Honda Accord. He took it out for a test-run. At first th......

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... I stood at the threshold Of a promising life, Ready to step out bold, Face challenges and strife. I wanted to soar, Like an eagle in the sky. Eager to conquer more, To reach really hig......

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...Our outside road may have a billion steps, but the inward journey has just one: this step. By poet. The geese fly back to the light ove......

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...'wind is pounding in my heart' It tears across the steppes and plain, it guides my mind and eases pain Whithin the yurt, upon the road, it whets my mind; eases the loads I've rode it's Breast te......

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...A Tango on the Lake When Hooded Grebe are wooing a mate Magic’s made in tangoes on the lake Lovebirds perform synchronised in tune Bewitched beneath a bedazzling ......

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...The sensitive brilliance of a lighted flame. Yet, filled by vitality, will spark and inflame. I had been ashes, encouraged by your presence. At first, faint flares, yet before lo......

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...[Inspired - with much gratitude - by Jan’s poem There’s No Knocking On Heaven’s Loo Door and Caren and Tom’s comments on it] *** The toilets in heaven are cold on yo......

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...Thick bubbles of tea leaves, whistling in the kettle. Most times, the mule was a symbol of obstinacy. I don't mean bored but yet didn't grasp the fettle. We're stuck here, so we'l......

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...Our thoughts are whispered in the cool night breeze. I often fall into this snare when I opine around your demise. The breeze whispers, and the spirit hangs tight for my appease. ......

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...a 4 lane bi-way east and west; first come upon passing of a dead skunk; Next comes a squirrel and then another skunk on the north side of the lane; just there laying on their sides dead as nails;......

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...The trees sway to the dance of the wind Lightening strikes and crawls the skin From the graves, the spirits do wallow fuming against nature and what is to follow. The owl hoots it's melody scr......

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...in quietness divine the xanthous zephyr balm a citrusy ascent to sip on Summer’s tea a lovely day is spent in quietness divine a fine fet......

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...State of the Art (II) These are my "ars poetica" poems about the art and craft of writing poetry. What the Poet Sees by Michael R. Burch What the poet sees, he sees as a swimmer ~~~......

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...Poems about Poems (II) Kin by Michael R. Burch for Richard Moore 1. Shrill gulls, how like my thoughts you, struggling, rise to distant bliss? the weightless blue of skies that are no......

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