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Flagging Poems - Poems about Flagging


A Guide to Flagging and Traffic Control Near the End of Construction Season
For Angela Voras- Hills As work inches along the highway you’ll be standing next to a field the breeze a song only you’ll hear as it whispers but you remember life’s a song your life a collage of all the experiences your heart holds such joy to behold as the season passes as the passing sun bleeds into the sky as the...

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Categories: flagging, appreciation, autumn, beauty, nature,
Form: Other
Old Man Winter now flagging, and slip sliding along
Old Man Winter now flagging, and slip sliding along... as his stronghold diminishes. Signals, triggers, and ushers kickstarting debut of demure "Flora" who slowly but surely attempts to reveal her true colors in fits and starts, nevertheless, she displays skittishness, when sun kissed "Radiance" (the closest equivalent would be Aglaea from Greek mythology, one of the Charites (Graces) associated with radiant beauty and festive splendor) dearly...

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Categories: flagging, america, animal, birth, celebration,
Form: Free verse



Five Years after the Last Flagging Assignment
The dryer hums, and my clothes are drying. It rained earlier, but now the sun is peering through clouds. As I awaken, the morning is still. I sit at a table in the front room and it creaks. When sifting through my poetic lines I remember that each day begins with a whisper. I remember that around each turn in the highway lies a surprise. My thoughts...

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Categories: flagging, age, home, memory, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
The Shape of Things to Come
Wispy clouds pass like dreams over cornfields near the shoulder of a highway where I stand. I have many homes, but here in Sigourney I’m staying for the week to control traffic in the countryside. The farms that lie along the road each have a story to tell, and each day I talk to the clerk at the hotel and show her a poem. The...

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Categories: flagging, adventure, friendship, metaphor, travel,
Form: Narrative
Premium Member Flagging
Shook up shaking the bigot tree loose nuts crushing they them me crosses bashing crosshair fit I should know better but I just can’t quit....

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Categories: flagging, angst, prejudice,
Form: Rhyme




Book: Reflection on the Important Things