Ladled Poems - Poems about Ladled

... If I went barefoot for a lifetime, shoes would be pointless. Toes ate board, concrete, grassland, shoreline. Me, Tarzan to pedicurist! ~ <>...

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... Take me to the water once again where seashells are cradled by the soft lull of shore's end sitting contented and ladled At the seaside two discarded oars traded in for a summer jaun......

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...Oh so found; here I am two centuries into this recipe; within ironic caldron The finest ingredients have been bestowed; in every friend found beyond Based this broth on the deepest marrow o......

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...youth, where imperfections trip upon each other and opportunistic peers joyfully celebrate the folly - glass tree houses be damned... and - a spun bottle breaks blood brotherhoods where fragil......

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...Dan was such an ardent fan of schwab and scoros With such evil plans, he toadied up this man from Wang' As we call Wangeratta.) for he didn't give a damn' his pebble specs were Focused on, the den......

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...A field day shoe fit for Mother Goose Fruitless effort squeezing figurative juice Pandora called triggering helter skelter to get loose necessitating Bullwinkle J. Moose to usher at yours t......

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...Mother Goose would find her tail feathers ruffled Hey diddle diddle the cat and the fiddle when off to see a crooked man and woman, whilst cowards jumped over moo ving little pair of mis......

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...P, A little wine and a curious mind go a long long way the words can take you only so far dig deep, deep, deep, deep into the wishing wells and the reflections in the bathroo......

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...Amidst wistful notions to revive his parched heart, he craves to be ladled with her ardent spirits, to be cradled... in the tulip of her essence. Sus......

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...Drifting aimlessly I have sipped the ladled blades in this cold chicken soup Set upon a table of just deserts on the far end of the horizon Spoon fed disappointments staining a multi-colo......

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...In a moment of juvenile jealousy he envies his red rival with its intimate and greedy embrace of her angels’ share of honey and vanilla spice as wet stretchy hands of fervent fabric possessiv......

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...They are conflicted haunted images from black and white photos of America 1933, when there was no place left to run. It was the hunger of people lined up, scraps of food ladled out, the street ki......

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...Now, unlike my usually trenchant literary librettos, i regale the unknown (tum me) reader for savoir faire articulation, elocution, and indomitable tour de force proffered by spectrum of bounteous ex......

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...What energy conscious acolyte sucks a pickled grapefruit at midnight? "Certainly not me" said the sparrow. "Nor me" said the goshawk. Key turning stomach pumping missiles arrowhead forming stalac......

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...A farmer's son was once tending to his mother's hens, Collecting their eggs to sell, At his family's road-side market stand when, He found a purple egg with a rotten smell. The boy looked arou......

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