Gulled Poems - Poems about Gulled

...These are poems about Dylan Thomas, as well as poems "for" and "after" Dylan Thomas. Dylan Thomas was one of my favorite poets from my early teens and has remained so over the years. I have written t......

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...Behind the ambiguity, the cloaking metaphor, the language used is indecent, it sets bear traps, leers at logic, claps ears. Poetry drives a train through heaven ......

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...Radiance by Michael R. Burch for Dylan Thomas The poet delves earth’s detritus—hard toil— for raw-edged nouns, barbed verbs, vowels’ lush bouquet; each syllable his pen excretes—dense soil, ......

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...gaunt green gnawed gullible groove gored gutsy grills gulped glitched gems gulled graced gifts globbed gripping glows' gourd callous clouds cussed cremating clips cupped crumbling cruise cl......

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... Election Year Thoughts Written: by Miracle Man 2/22/2020 Most politicians tend to pontificate, to their ideas alone can they relate. Compromise isn't something they willingly do, it......

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...Myth, after Dylan Thomas by Michael R. Burch Here the recalcitrant wind sighs with grievance and remorse over fields of wayward gorse and thistle-throttled lanes. And she is the myth of the......

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...If you could see the light that guides you; Blossoming forth into all that’s worth; Traveling through far off places that are around you; Crossing the roads to the gulled fort; (Surrou......

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...Harpoon Loouey - Pseudonym Pen Bukowski although just a pint size Notre Dame hunched quarter back with rock solid state frame Pen (short for pennilessness), a generic cents less......

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...Because she was a buxom blonde and he lacked a sage Adviser, (like a naïve fresh off the pond) he fell for and idealized her. If he had been but the wiser and much more careful with his heart......

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...Evening gulped down our coffee And snatched my umbrella I was afraid he could stay with my wife ......

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..."Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces" John Ruskin, 1853 In my younger days thought much about fame And went on laying the edifi......

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...The time when thy heart’d beat no longer When thy soul’d be shaken by thunder Of the innocent hands of the Death Coming to take hold of thy breath What thou can do but the End to face And lie ha......

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