Jute Poems - Poems about Jute

...No one waits for me outside patiently, Until I arrive very late or early, ......

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... Early in the morning before the sun, We reach the top where the night is done, Shadow of night holding the hand of the light, To start anew and to end a flight, Me and my sister following Grann......

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...Addends, minuend, subtrahends... all Greek to poor student long haired pencil necked freak. Damned (internal) revenue stream plus plugged egress equals flood of woe torturous suffocation of b......

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...Cape Comorin (Kanyakumari) of Tamil Nadu, Might be copious of the core concept called Xanadu; Indian Ocean, Bay of Bengal, Arabian Sea, Amalgamate and mingle here, like mermaids, full of glee.........

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...Variations On A Theme... of hodgepodge strewn helter skelter wonky inviting reader to mentally swelter. Ach'n (ache Ken and burn'n) kickstarting existential and proverbial struggle me species......

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...Blue skies are cloudy, blanketed in grey, yet on this muggy, miserable day, I ride off to my favorite café; where they serve venison as an entree and a baked Alaska for dessert; yea! As ......

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...Candles have been lit in a room of seventy-two my yoga mat is weaved from recycled flexi-jute I am a wisp of silence in this doctrine old and new seated in my soul, I am rendered mute ......

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...Another Easter spent feasting on Jelly Bean Martinis, sculpting butter lambs with Nana’s mastiff Escort snoring by tabletop fire. Aunt Bea smoked lemongrass, shading wooden eggs with Dapple......

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...Do you know that unseen someone is tending the tender leaf? Do you feel the moving spirit behind the ladybird on the tender leaf moving free? Do you think of the force of swiftness in the wake of whi......

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...I’m tired all the time these days With aches and pains that show my age. Rusty springs, instill in me, this unfamiliar rage. Logic still escapes me as air once clear, is filled with blame.......

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...(The memories are simple, living the feeling significant) After conquering Beamsley Beacon due Southwest, Rombald’s moor stood, while for centuries within the valley the minute dwellings of gre......

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...A sculpted form looking so cute, Only when kissed flatters as flute. To him that knows not to play how, Far better may sound an owl's hoot. Metaphors thrown in for a wow, A meter force-fitte......

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... “Metamorph” The Invocation of Fire cast, She imprinted her mark, a Metamorph holding keys The Siren, bare feet, walks towards the ......

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.... . . after the ellipsis we confer entrenched in the awakened a story rises from the burn limbs parted and wrapped about delved deep within the yearn it is the beginning ......

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...Cityscape The artist’s hand reshapes yesterday In straight lines Of hard edges - Peaks of Right angles perfected Missing oblique or obtuse – Claiming the horizon In ful......

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