Jelled Poems - Poems about Jelled

...Sitting in solitude, Tuning into tunes quiet as morning, Inhaling wind-blown fragrant lilac, Listening to foreign jelled voice of reason, Envisioning expanse of horizon, Thinking of lateral stan......

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...A ticket pinned to the thigh reserves it, the whole cadaver is parceled off - of course. Legs are a late harvest, these often-indigent parts carry a visual poverty long after the body is plucked. ......

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...Late January and the sky is an icebox. The rind of a once fat possum litters a park path, It is not a place to linger. Ice pools gather, the water inside them grows grinding teeth. The je......

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...If those buried beneath us could rise today, would they run to any patch of sunlight, make snow angels, heap-up snowmen, stick blackened bones into white bodies? Would they fashion a bright face......

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...Punch raised his bare fists high into the midnight sky reached for the stars and was struck down by a comet Knuckle busted on impact he licked his harsh wounds Always one to wear his heart on his ......

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...Many ingredients bake writing inspiration. This recipe combines a stirring sensation: Heaps of desires never realized as marinated in teary sore eyes; Quantities of wide open spac......

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...First thing I do is check the date Good thru two thousand eighty five Haven't had a can this fresh Since Calvin Coolidge was alive You can call it quirkiness Each time I give the top a thump ......

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...A sphere full of great celebrated life has ended a tyrant’s time. Oppression opened up there once shut eyes. So much Dredd passed through the doors of their time. A strong willed person finally had s......

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...Why Do I Write Poems Poems start out as poems in my head; Become few words then on paper are fed Right into a poem to become its first line That I always do love and think is divine. ......

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...Add some water Bring to boil slowly Condiments will come later Dolloped desire dropped in Edibles let her entice Fresh with filled flavor Grown lovingly at home Heartily stirred to cooking I read the......

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...They say we can never go back to the way it once was We’ve sold our souls to the corporate bastards I say we can and I say we will One step at a time for the idealistic dreamer Accepting not the ......

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