Lawnmowers Poems - Poems about Lawnmowers

...Who actually is like us The modern world you see today Right before your eyes, Who done this and who done that Well you’re in for a wee surprise. From the Bank of England to the Bank of France......

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...No one else appreciates. Us. All us voices. Like lawnmowers chattering at dusk. Like a circus. We all land on a net, together. It’s silly, but friendly fun. Alone is bad. It’s better to have......

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...My dad is mowing the grass. Along with the other dads- Seemingly everyone is mowing at once. Wearing cargo shorts and sandals, like all dads do. Buzzing from the lawnmowers. Does not stop me fr......

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...The trees lining the streets are filled with cherry blossoms Mother Nature is letting us know that spring arrival is going to be awesome Enjoying a walk along the breakwater bustling with people en......

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...dandelions were stretched out along the roadside spent wild lavender thistles were shriveling into brown stalks we had no air in our car, it felt like we were in a sauna the first few seconds were......

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...Afternoon Snowstorm in January David J Walker What else would I dream about in January When the chill is enough to kill All incentive And the north wind huffs its wicked breath In......

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...I dreamed I was hanging out with Darroll near the train station. We entered a prison cafeteria and ate lunch. Then we looked in a junk store and I found two really cool vintage iron tools which I gav......

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...Start now knowing joy, that’s an order, overcome a deepening solitude. Like a bee at a bugle or me at the deli on Third Avenue. I said to Joe when do you think this weather will break? He ......

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...I was outside in my shed with my lawnmower in bits, doing some repairs, for lately the mower’s miss and hits, and getting me riled up because the darn thing wouldn’t start, so that is the reason w......

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...Harvard asked, if I still have it! A strange question due to my Weird inquiry, from requirements To attainments, life so entertaining When you "been living" Any how, giving myself a pat- on t......

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...If I could be a plant, I would be a cauliflower, or a cabbage, or a flower. Maybe just a flower, as they are not usually consumed. But which one? The daffodil is so arrogant and sunny, leading the......

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...Age old wisdom scarred not flamed. A dozen baked bees in an hour glass perturbed. And left undisturbed as a minotaur sunbathing on a single blade of grass on a sixty acre lawn. At dusk. At dawn. Week......

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...Age old wisdom scarred not flamed. A dozen baked bees in an hour glass perturbed. And left undisturbed as a minotaur sunbathing on a single blade of grass on a sixty acre lawn. At dusk. At dawn. Week......

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...God cannot intervene in sovereignty and the boy will plead no innocence. Seedlings cannot control the wind, in birth the Oak has called their name a command from the forest unseen. A bib......

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...Some day, someone will change all this. The yard, no longer mine, having neither the work nor the fruits of my labor, will go unappreciated and require change. The pond, once filling mewith joy......

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