Gables Poems - Poems about Gables

...I live in a house of seventy gables With twenty kitchens and as many tables. It's good for both winter and summer weathers, 'Cuz, in Spring, it flies - it's made of feathers!......

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...To see one is rare but to buy one is obscene. A tall snob. She casts frowns from under her gables. He, the new owner, is in the cellar to clean Dusting and throwing out boxes without labels. Ca......

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...Along the paw-trod path Narrow and dainty through the gorse Where yellow flowers Lie dim like fallen stars in the mist Comes a silent visitor, hesitant It licks its lips A taste like vi......

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...We have waited for this day to come when we would finally pack up and run. We have waited for this day to come when or battle would be won. The stakes were already high, and the decree was set fo......

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...Some old wooden houses are deep, they have porticos, piazza, loggia, gables, and cupola. There rooms are arboreal they knot, curl and jut. A memory rocks me gently in its timbered embra......

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...Blend of yellow and blue, it's a pickle and lime. It is jealousy's hue and a plant in its prime. It's an emerald, jade, and a lawn-covered yard And St. Patrick's parade and an alien's card. ......

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..."O' Treasure each and every day while it is Still young, and always remember to love Jesus Christ, God's only begotten Son." "This is the day that the Lord has made We shall rejoice and be glad......

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...As I wend my way around curving roads up high into the mountains I finally arrive at the Eight Gables Inn. I wonder what it is that drives me here! Perhaps I have developed wings and flew across......

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...A blind flight above a brooding sea. Dawn levers the darkness. Ireland rising. Whitecaps, bright tumbled cliffs. Briny turf, moss-rooted walls, wind-havens and cottages. So green! Tidal m......

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...My footsteps echoed the echoes of Time as through the streets of Salem I walked. The hour was early and the city still asleep with only a cat sitting quietly on a cold granite sill, the sky slowl......

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...I find beauty in the unkempt places ~~ Sticky beehives with perfectly formed combs, A child's playground sea of dirty faces, An overgrown garden with ugly gnomes, Sagging gables of lo......

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...it is a sad, sad tale indeed it is father passed when i was but a babe left with mother, sisters, dog, rabbits there were three parakeets and they all shared a commonality they were female, stil......

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...A Yorkshire terrier in Coral Gables should be honored in Aesope’s Fables When a brat stole her bone she ate his snow cone Moral: Your victim just might turn the tables!......

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...Some old wooden houses are deep, they have columns and porticos, piazza, loggia, gables, and cupola. There rooms are arboreal they knot. curl and jut outward as the limbs of a still treeing hous......

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...he peeks into his world, begins with a wide angle lens, values not yet placed, as he sees the plethora of youth — gathers the street, the cottage, its double-hung windows, gables and gardens, t......

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