Guttering Poems - Poems about Guttering

...The House on Lake Maggiore The house on Lake Maggiore was reality, a physical truth, my imagination became the artist. The day has become a deckchair, gently folding itself up as my walk le......

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... The old man's trophy, antlers impale my v i s c e r a l veins. Love, a moth's wings, ash-dusted, flutters its last in death's gnashing gullet. My soul—a ......

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...“Look carefully and see if there could possibly be pain like my pain, like the one bestowed by You upon me.” – Lamentations 1:12 I walk the width of 2000 pound bomb crater in the densely populated......

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...She snores a bit, but that's okay, together we form the horn section of a Brass Band. At dawn we practice together, bending the knees, and oiling joints with syrup and black coffee. When......

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...He did his hash slinger training Then with a couple of his mates Set up this high class restaurant Where they didn’t bother with plates, Just bits of brickkies rubble, Guttering and such, Jam ......

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...Torrents overflow a rocking sky. The high moors slant giddily over gritstone edges dark are the claws of calamity. Small birds are blown sideways into scant bone-twisted trees, crooked branches......

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...Little spider dear Why did you make home here It's flyless I'm sure Not due to you, but my efforts more Why not get involved in the action Of cultivating wing mirror traction They do so very ......

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...Mud cracks its teeth. Roots crunch and seep a stored sunlight. There are open veins under wet sods. We are conveyed above the melt on guttering rapids through the narrows of squelching hed......

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... Always, always that light, that light I can see it, see it, in the distance But it's reaching it, reaching it On getting there, am I existance These tracks of life, tracks of......

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...A stored ripening sunlight, opens veins under wet sods. We are conveyed on the thaw, upon the guttering soil through the squelching narrows of wayside hedgerows. Spring mops and sops, bree......

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...Inside the puffy white cloudy up above high Inside the purple gathering skies soars flies Flowing falling droplets of I'll waters wallows Raining down showers as cumulus gathering Tainted mix gra......

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...evidence shreds itself in half-remembered candle glow old photographs never taken keep the clearest images what fails to occur changes learns to walk swim or fly that which ne......

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......dead mice thus far do gnaw, splintered mirrors neck and rubber yet with scant regret. Ropes both for hanging and climbing, good grief, bad love, honey-do-dew in a salty brew. In my closet, p......

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...Fruitful days are filling up the piles of treasure mesuring the misogyny it shouldn't be a topic of forgery while waiting for break outs throwing correction direction of stereotyping the tipicallity ......

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...Fruitful days are filling up the piles of treasure mesuring the misogyny it shouldn't be a topic of forgery while waiting for break outs throwing correction direction of stereotyping the tipicallity ......

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