Frowsy Poems - Poems about Frowsy

...Victor, the VW bus was angry, he had rust on himself now His owner was unkempt, frowsy, disheveled and frayed. His house would have been condemned If he had not hired a maid.......

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...They have frowsy flamboyant hats, some are born English, while others are obviously alien. They need a deep corner to thrive, or a high ceiling. Like Maasai maidens their necks are stretche......

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...Sheila was blowsy, frowsy, frumpish, dowdy. matching her unkempt messy, sloppy abode. gone to seed, meanies said in a nasty way. we kids saw through Sheila’s shabby drabness. she was entertaining......

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...Poems about Poets IV The Princess and the Pauper by Michael R. Burch for June Kraeft Here was a woman bright, intent on life, who did not flinch from Death, but caught his eye and dre......

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...I wake up with her, check myself, eyes creaking like blind stars. She’s strange, she’s yesterday, I remember us the week before; wonder if tomorrow will fade us both out completely. We don’t......

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...beMUSEd by Michael R. Burch Perhaps at three you'll come to tea, to have a cuppa here? You'll just stop in to sip dry gin? I only have a beer. To name the "greats": Pope, Dryden, mates......

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...State of the Art (III) These are my "ars poetica" poems: the ones about the art and craft of writing poetry in a modern world that doesn't always recognize the artists or their work. Come ......

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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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... Our body is not our own But temporary wears That will surely tear Life full of horrible bled So ignite your heavenly care Our body is not our own No matter how we fare On this earthly......

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...Tuning William Blake's Whistle by Michael R. Burch a musical prophecy, after William Blake I. Many a sun and many a moon I walked the earth and whistled a tune. I did not whistle as ......

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...Orpheus by Michael R. Burch after William Blake I. Many a sun and many a moon I walked the earth and whistled a tune. I did not whistle as I worked: the whistle was my work. I shir......

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...I wake up with her, check myself, eyes creaking like blind stars. She’s strange, she’s yesterday, I remember us the week before; wonder if tomorrow will fade us both out completely. We don’t......

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...Like a frowsy, dowdy old housewife I sit largely unnoticed stout and squat a sort of kitchen sentry rarely appreciated until some minor crisis- Cough, sniffle, stomachache a particularly b......

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...All England, blinking nervously, is out! A little mild spell, much to our surprise, has brightened frowsy February skies. We sniff the air with nostrils schooled in doubt. Baffled by balm, ......

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...Boredom is not arousing, so I sleep. Beware the infected crops I reap: They make many a good man drowsy. Watch for the ladies in the frowsy Attire, who look to weasel a few Greenbacks out of you......

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