Footer Poems - Poems about Footer

...pounding grinding drilling sawdust plumbing scraps empty boxes strewn from bedroom to bathroom and everywhere in between ... a miner's shanty once propped up on timbers with no firm......

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...Blow the trumpet, rhythm of fresh start - Hummingbirds nectar-sing-along. Ruby passion throat, pink beak sips. Chest puffed up, an emerald heart. The flapping of yellow wings, strong. Flower-p......

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...What is her name? We asked those who lived on floor blue. Her name is Moo, and she is always wearing a flowered mumu. No someone argued; that cow’s name is Frank footer Sue. Why would that be? We ......

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...The lioness watches the two-footer from her hiding place in the shadow There is something majestic about her; how would she taste? Just rip her apart! Her reptilian brain urges her. A recent mot......

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...I'm often called upon to write a verse for someone's birthday or a funeral, four or eight lines, rhyme scheme of ABAB or ABBA. But here are no rhyming line ends - those small, same-sound four-......

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...JUST MEN The court is long, Kind of wide. Bounce the ball, Dribble with pride. Give and go, Watch the zone. No paint for you. Set the tone. Men pass, Men run. No differences. Just f......

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...At His Feet shall we meet There we shall part no more So they sang at his wake His corpse now at stake In a box he was placed Floral displays, music in aura Lay he like a dead wood Where goes ......

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...Technology is changing day by day, the benefits? enormous, one might say, is miniaturization a price too high to pay? not necessarily the smart and prudent way. Gemstones aren't what ......

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...by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2015 When I was just a lad, and the New Year came around We’d sing and dance and party, till midnight bells did sound my hair was dark in those days, so First Footer wa......

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...The implosion of a thought is neither a shred or a shard. In fact it is surely a pulsation of a wisdom whirlpool? Really? How rather radical. And amusing to the laughs of the rhombuses who gather wit......

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...Technology is changing day by day, the benefits? enormous, one might say, is miniaturization a price too high to pay? not necessarily the smart and prudent way. Gemstones aren't what ......

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...i sat on the sandy shelf looking out to sea intensity in the sunshine set my head spinning i could smell the sweet scent of the sea could hear the breaking waves upon the dusty sands and could f......

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...Technology is changing day by day, the benefits? enormous, one might say, is miniaturization a price too high to pay? not necessarily the smart and prudent way. Gemstones aren't what they're ......

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...Technology is changing day by day, the benefits? enormous, one might say, is miniaturization a price too high to pay? not necessarily the smart and prudent way. Gemstones aren't what they're ......

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...At His Feet shall we meet Where we shall part no more So they sang at his wake His corpse now at stake In a box he was placed Floral displays, music in aura Lay he like a dead wood Where goes ......

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