Glut Poems - Poems about Glut

...From sunrise, when the breath of the new-born day Kisses my eyes, information startles me. Waves of my sleep leave the froth from my mouth, Youthful and earnestly fresh with the harassment of Bot......

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...attractive available anguished armadillo babbled bold bald badger whose bagpipes billow Caribbean cardinal carved a curious candy castaway dazzling daffodils and damselflies dived into last Tuesda......

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... The gate creaked, moaning and groaning to shut, Sealing up, quelling, the bickering blame-game glut. No you can’t sneak around, and jump the fence, With grave looting cries of g......

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...When big brother becomes too big So large it has to put on a larger wig When the inner cloister is as big as the outer And detecting dissension becomes too easy to stir That is when its helm begi......

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...the scald war even the penguins gotta pay tax to make U.S. implode on greed glut......

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...Neither academic, nor preacher, nor politician, nor judge, But a writer, with a fetish for the act of creation — Not to broadcast my thoughts, or to synthesize critiques for others, But for the va......

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...Where tides once gossiped for many an hour about what lovers share; like grapes gone sour, the strong opinions o’ friends will minds devour. A reputation guarded against smut and smiles that’s......

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...Wake up! The grass is fading back to gray, fall in love once more with this sallow spoilage of the green. Farewell to that verdancy that must turn, at its height, to an unpleasant glut. Le......

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... Mangoes, the first of the season, sit plump and shameless in trays, their smooth skin tempting a passing hand to reach down and touch them, one cut open sends the tongue into a spasm. ......

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...September has mottled the forest maples. South of here, zombie cicadas chafe heated thighs, but North of Tippecanoe Shawnee trails lead into autumn. We take photographs, but the green still s......

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...To fave or not to fave, is that the question Whether ‘tis nobler to remain silent To hurl faint praise and fortune Suffer the pangs of outrageous doubt Or take up arms against a sightless algorit......

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...Cinnamon dreams aren’t spun with sugar; Far too spicy for an ounce of sweet, they are swirled with a magical purr; Hearing buttery speech you’ll infer it’s much more than a sumptuous treat; C......

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... sculptured soulful words are our endless streams quenching mountains and plains’ thirst as golden pens glut the barren lands with songs ......

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... Lunar nymphs crawl out my ear Tickle songs ... at a midnight fair Fill their cans with Crystal Clear Drink up the moon, giggles flare It's time to play on grass for hair Running 'round witho......

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...Oh, Mother Earth, our sacred home, Where we have life and freedom to roam. Your beauty vast, your glut grand, A gift to all, across the land. Yet we humans have battered your grace, With greed......

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