In The Cart Poems - Poems about In The Cart

..."What is my role?" I asked. "You are part of the crew," he said, not the captain as I was told. "But I know maps! I read compasses!" I pleaded. He thundered, "Don’t you see? Your existence is your......

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... A unique Christmas time for Santa Claus, fiftieth year of journey without pause. All gifts he stacks in the cart, gets ready to soon depart, he feels for a mishap there is no caus......

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...She was wearing her pajamas, while standing at the checkout stand. There were pink curlers in her hair, a box of twinkies in here hand. A screaming child was on each arm, two more crying brats......

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...She wears a quiet confidence everyday, like a scarf stained with sweat because she never takes it off. That’s what she was wearing the first time she ever asked me for yogurt recommendations. Sh......

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...Christmas in hot humid July, No clouds seen in the bluest sky. I shop and buy and cannot stop, From one shop to another shop. Why? My three-year-old grandson Who is the world under the sun. S......

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...Ancient sinister fires dwell in the savage creator's eye, Soon his fire starter will be coming for a second try, Choosing to believe, that which cannot be seen cannot be rude, A cloak and dagger G......

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...Ancient sinister fires dwell in the savage creator's eye, Soon his fire starter will be coming for a second try, Choosing to believe, that which cannot be seen cannot be rude, A cloak and dagger G......

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...At the fruit stand, in a box, Were melons that, to me, Were unfamiliar, not the Ones I’m likelier to see. No cantaloupes? No honeydews? The fruit guy shook his head, But pointed to the box wh......

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...Since the day I was conceived, her delicate hands have held me. Since the day I was created, her hands floated my first endeavor. At the point when the tears started to rain, her h......

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...Last Minute The old lady went to the thrift store. She found the row of coats, and looked for just the right tags. The color of the day. She bought everyone that she could afford. There ......

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...Ancient sinister fires dwell in the savage creator's eye, Soon his fire starter will be coming for a second try, Choosing to believe, that which cannot be seen cannot be rude, A cloak and dagger G......

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...I knew of a family In an unpainted small house In the poorest part of the town The man of the house Had met his love, Maria Together they produced 8 children I wondered where they slept. The ......

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... That was an extraordinary Christmas for Santa Claus, his twentyfifth year of wintry journey without any pause. He decided to make it a special celebration of gifting on his part to the childre......

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...Plain Pain. There's a heavy pain on top of my joy, Little room nails scratching my whole, All of me helpless and hopeless, The goal was joy now in the Goal mouth there's sore, Necessity to c......

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...I am a pull-earth Pulling the spirit of the earth, Cracking imagery in the pool-earth. I master the personification of the art, Even when my metaphor is in the cart. I treasure the cacophy of my......

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