Keep Poems - Poems about Keep

This is a season for peace but not where the war rages, not as our country men die, not as the grill burns human flesh and the sky rains ash. My dear friends, do not tire out as the bombs drop, As the gangs plunder, our babies starve, and friends go missing. As the water dries out, as the chasm widens, when moon shows no light and...

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It's that color in the sky of black and white A faded dull color like dynamite Remnants of fireworks on display That dulls the ground where their ashes lay But soon the wind will blow them away...

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Some days, I only make it as far as the sink, to wash my hands and brush my teeth. Water runs, but nothing gets washed away. Still, I count it a victory- a flag in the dirt of another morning. The mirror does not lie, but it doesn't tell the full truth either. It doesn't show the arguments I won by walking away. It doesn't show...

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ALWAYS KEEP YOUR HEAD UP Always keep your head up, Don't let the pressure build-up. Every day you will have different situations It may be because you have low expectations Take your time to look around Better times will come around Most problems can be solved It may take you more to get involved Don't be afraid keep your faith Eventually, you will get that...

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When God makes a promise He keeps it. He never denies He never retracts it. He’s faithful and true For he wants to bless you. So believe him, just believe him, And enjoy what he’s promised He’ll always be true To every promise to you So believe him for ever And enjoy him for ever. ...

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Two spoons You can keep one I do not intend to share I have not had a hot fudge sundae in forever My tongue salivates like a starving dog when she is ready Perfect with whipped cream and cherry Tasty...

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Great Beefy Tasting -------------------------- Walla,Walla the sweetest onions around! Brioche buns soft pillowy texture! And roasted garlic cloves! Were one to clarify the butter add the garlic and add the onions and then paint the buns to be toasted. set aside the buns. and then caramelize these onions to be set aside. Grill the big beefy burgers to a perfect medium. To what degree of wellness is the suiter desires. The lettuces, the tomatoes, the...

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Every echo that falls from your shadowed line, Or silence that hums like a hymn half-said Ah, I hear… sorrow speaks through you So yes, I know —You're the song my soul has bled Each branch that bows where the breeze once played, Or the stillness where sunlight used to stay Ah, I see… beauty fades without you So yes, I know...

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Lemonade is easy, I keep the lemons on my hat We liked this enterprising chap, gnome named Matt I pull them off when I need them if I start to run out Smart gnome for sure, selling lemonade on the parade route. ...

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This pace I cannot keep up Soon we're going to call it a wrap The more I blink the more agile it gets Every time I breathe, it's on my life I'm placing the bets This dirging song gets louder in my head As I nigh the end I don't know if I'm going to be...

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the silver birch it likes to hide so as you search at eventide you find it there with many friends playing poker through the night the common oak a wise old man an aging folk since time began grandfathers of the forest they speak myth and folklore when they can the sycamore with helicopter seeds sets out its store among the weeds then grows to be big and...

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Little Larry came in using a wet puppy as an umbrella He’s starving, he loves me, he is such a good fella Where did you find him? He smells like wet dog Behind Brewster’s woodshed, next to their hog He is hungry, maybe starving, he needs a new home. His mother said he also needs a bath and a comb. We...

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Lulu wanted this, that, those, these and the other. Thought she deserved them, she dated a rich mother. He liked tattoos, pretty soon her legs were tatted up. So many tats, it rivaled the hair on her cat and pup. Red tats, blue tats, yellow tats, purple tats, black tats too. We asked her not to tell Grandma as she...

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They came for the ones who floated in on streamers. I did not care, they weren’t relatives or anything. Then the soldiers came for the polka dotted ashtinglers. I was never fond of them, so I ignored their screams. When they came to take away the marshmonitors, I almost stepped in. But they had guns and bayonets, and they were...

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I do not at all understand the mystery of grace - only that it meets us where we are but does not leave us where it found us. ~ Anne Lamott In the still of a quiet morning, as the dew buries the thoughtless sounds of night, coughing out stories, reflections, music gently whispering over the mountains misty rhythms of memories,...

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