Kilns Poems - Poems about Kilns

... A week of summer heat with no cooling breeze or break made bedrooms like brick kilns still hot after a day's firing. You couldn't sleep. Air conditioning back then was a couple of loud, ......

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...The skyline merges with the sky. As I observe kilns and ovens high, Their smoke rising up to the clouds, In a heated chamber, pollution enshrouds The furnace roars with fiery heat. ......

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...The moon shone on the water Dyed ochre by the iron mines. Centuries of men have toiled In trenches and in chines. Carving through the sheer rock face To tunnel under hills Canals to link the......

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...Dear old woman who lives in a shoe The dear old woman who’s house is a shoe For Christmas she doesn't know what she can do She can't afford beer for seasonal cheer......

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...Amphorae, beautifully crafted, Delicate, exquisite, fire-glazed, Heated in jumbo kilns, Lovely molded necks, Opaque pigments, Quartzite residue- Symbolic, timeless, utilitarian Valued- wit......

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...alighting bees ceding deeply easily foraging garnishing homesteads into joyous kilns lithely moving nourishment over parading queen routinely screening their unborn valiantly we......

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...Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall... But stars do not cry. Into Ochs valley, through the Vale of White Horse...prancing besides a Dragons Hill; It was here that a Roundhea......

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...Dark place my place standing water violin frogs...so very quiet. Where is my voice where are the lungs flung into wells of fire another day for the kiln another day som......

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...First draft I By his deeds he was duly judged And by his greed he was condemned To the bowels far beneath the Earth- Cursed tenfold to rot and feed the maggots unfed. Stark Kilns was his......

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...Platform breezes, spitting rain, red brick station, vintage train. Take a seat, relax with ease. Conductor's voice, 'Your tickets please' Time to leave, the whistles cry, release ......

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...when once my clay hands began to harden under the potters wheeled sun i turned to reach for my shadow but found only a basket of dried yesterdays and tomorrows. when once my clay feet b......

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...The March of Madness has begun, (He swaggers around, displaying his gun......

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...There was the hunger and suicide. In favor of my brutal truth or virtue of my failure, I do not want any comments on my trauma. Morality has a dubious equation with power, provoking my anger. ......

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...There was the hunger and suicide. In favor of my brutal truth or virtue of my failure, I do not want any comments on my trauma. Morality has a dubious equation with power, provoking my anger. ......

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...I am the son of Britain and Californian Reared of Europe and the American Revolution Progeny of English countryside and Frisco Bay Yet despite all I have come to understand The puzzle i......

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