Joists Poems - Poems about Joists

... The lone sun, a tired eye, no longer gleams On ancient bones, where life once brightly burned. A hushed decay now haunts forg......

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... Powerful forces reign over our world some forces are evil, but some good they have a power beyond our lives if you could strip them bare as nude Then maybe their power would defuse but here ......

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...When love leaves, taking your home and walls, Let the elements beat you down No job or acquaintances to shield you Nothing but waiting as your friend and foe For a home with love buzzing in the ......

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...The tide worn and barnacled pylons holding up the wharf wobble on a sea swell like loose teeth. Most of the decking planks are missing. Those that remain span joists with bones of rotted wood......

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...We’re taking down an old and rotting barn; perhaps “garage” might be a better term. Blue metal siding, faded long ago, has not come easy; this I can confirm. The timbers, cut when measurements ......

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...A spark erupts, setting alight a formidable flame. Casting ascending vivid flickers of amber gleaming. Ignited fervor, unbeknownst from whence it came. The ominous blaze glares through the windows......

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...Joulupukki hesitated for a few seconds, “I know this is going to sound ridiculous, but what if we feed the magic corn to a team of deer and they pull a small sleigh across the sky rather than ......

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...From a distance, the incessant chant of monsoon from south west, sounds like an old witch practicing her craft, Turning the sleeping dark cloud to a wandering gale, On its arrival must the sun ......

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...I shall resolve to leave this Place now... And steadfastly search out, Nestling between ridge and bluff Amidst the folds of a foreign Land, Several acres of unkempt ground Fallow and rough; ......

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...No the world is not for me. it's for suburban hitlers who indulge in protocol wars and middle class wives in camaro jeeps.   No the world is not for me but for trendy young things and......

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...6. i am to be blown off on the first bombardment then it is to be flown in the crowd of fire-flies on the bushes of the scented-lemons and it is to see the memory race of the grown-up gi......

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