Hasting Poems - Poems about Hasting

...A letter to Sweden Every year, I say, Come August, I will travel to Sweden but when I go to buy a ticket, the price has gone up and I decide to wait until next year. Once, I met a girl in Stock......

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...In the meadow, I sing so loud I heart well to do the same in the sunny valley Night freezes on my resting soul as do cloud Morning pisses on my hasting arms like bees honey Faith sets my legs ......

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...In The Valley Of Avalon This day the master of my Fate Is none of those who lead shuddering Through mazes of wizardry,- Nor Trachmyr the Hunstman, Nor Tannwein the daughter of Gweir, Nor Penp......

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...First light of dawn Uphill I walked it was still dark, had to be at the farm a five, milking time. Hard westerly wind makes the climb tough soon the cattle will be mooing in their pens, t......

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...Life has different shades. You paint your wall with ideal hues. All you want to have are perfect strokes. But that is not life... without flaws. Sometimes you are so cruel. Belittling others a......

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...It's another Monday! It's another day Another golden day Setting out before the rays Whether it's rains or not Its a day to work for means And not just another day But a Monday for a new wee......

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...Master here i am just waiting for you Angels do not hasting all your wings Not even in the twilight do i have fear Dark day may lie ahead for our nation Everyone must heed the master call Living......

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...The autumn sun has risen but yet to attain high noon- make hay, my roses fair. I would not be happy to see you decaying with the hasting day. I have short time as you. Growing too quick......

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...The autumn sun has risen but yet to attain high noon- Make hay, my Rose fair. I would not be happy to see you decaying with the hasting day. I have short time as you Going too quickly to decay.......

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...War, Is Unholy Hell War is wicked rot and most holy hell man's evil is its murdering spell Yet mankind never ever truly learns love and faith it arrogantly spurns Poetry by the great Siegf......

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...A night before I saw her smile And saw at dawn she smiled again I saw her she was now in love; She loved the fairness of the skin And felt incomplete in dim moonlight. She loved infants and play......

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...Uncle Mike's news from the past - - - Sometimes the News Bugs Me July “57, in Hasting Minnesota Fish flies flew in way over their quota They covered the roadways They covered the bridges They ......

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...Your world is just about to branch away from mine just as the two of them converged moments ago, and settled in; out of thousands that I see each day what makes me look at you across the aisle and t......

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..."Still Born" Shh!! Mommy, quiet, quiet she is still sleeping Shh!! Mommy, quiet, quiet she is off dreaming Shh!! Mommy, before you wake her: “My baby sister!” Now look what you have done, you......

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...All hope is lost in the Pain of the Open world, Closing in on us As day becomes night, Lifting the veil of death Your heart has craved, the Pain that so Seared your soul, Ending the existenc......

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