Gluts Poems - Poems about Gluts

... Hunger for perfectly placed punga path Snakes surely slowly..garlanded scarf Turns & rakes fern festooned forest floor Sun dappled glade, bathed and swathed Glorious green sheens in ......

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...Febrile Fog obfuscates palimpsest varnished promises.. Naysayers hoodwinked... deluded players peeling layers..denuded.. Deafening din of our chagrin... Espoused by rabbles roused by mandari......

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... He stops Then hops On sill His thrill To peek And seek Highjack A snack Eyes flare With glare Embrace My face To hand A grand Cool tr......

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...stores nuts in safe chests swings with guts finding shortcuts shuts and gluts in nests A STRAND (1065) Poetry Contest Spons......

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...Lurking in fuzzy leftovers is seen A quivering, crawling hairball of green A florescent prune Or cheese from the moon Gurgles gastric, plastic alien spleen The miser squire requires gluts of c......

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...Which train will come, I’ll try to guess But that won’t really help my stress. It’s building up as crowds surround Creating quite the urban mess. The tourists all must think we’re nuts To cram......

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...Most sweets their nectar pollen pollinates, Preserving life before their sap gets sapped; Yet amber's sweetest resin resonates, Ambrosia's essence from death's lap gets lapped. But you, my sweet,......

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...to be a single woman in america & aging to boot, one must have breasts that sing to the air (that never fall, that never sag, that never do anything but what the magazines show on their covers). to ......

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...The front of my building has bushes But also unfortunate gluts Of something invasive and ugly – A mountain of cigarette butts. I’ve never seen somebody toss one – I doubt if my tongue could be hel......

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...Day too long been pilin' up so when you smile me up and down to my bones ta hell with the phones and loans groans and moans trump hands down. Where ya been, outa town? Who cares those eyes, oh my pe......

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...Vials of stolen waters are sweet To the drunkard who drinks As if he has not drank Who inside is like bottled up wine Pouring new wines into an old wine skin Though he must vent, ready to burst......

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...Earth, Moon, Sun, Mars Or any other planets, Have a same visit? They share only a sky. Everyone has his gravity, A small one is cycling After another a big one, Also that has circling. ......

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