Leavings Poems - Poems about Leavings

...Blech - impossible mission to savor mug of ginger tea... When the entire mug awash with floating leavings by golly by gosh, sipping said herbal brew analogous challenge to eat spaghetti squas......Read the rest...

...(inspired by "Gifts of the Most High" by G Alan Johnson.) The crows know me, and I, in their untamed glares, and wild, accepting, onyx eyes find a solace. No need for ID, for they’ve been watc......Read the rest...

...The cake was sitting too close to the steak The steak was done well, which was a mistake The cake began melting, and the candles fell off Worse yet, said grandma, your uncle gave it a cough We ......Read the rest...

...I must be walking closer to death for spirits of the forest are stalking me visiting with curious hope like ghosts from the past talking to me as kin as familiars wooing me into the fold of c......Read the rest...

...Lindsey is Olde English for “Linden Tree by the brook”, A tree universal, celebrated in many cultures being namely, Doctor Tree, of Health, Feminine Arts, nook, Of soothing calm, Light, Truth, an ......Read the rest...

...The wood pigeon awoke on her roosting perch, fluttered with a nervous jerk; warilysearching for sustenance, above the peregrine made a fateful entrance. The winter harsh and icy cold, driven f......Read the rest...

...As my legs grow into trunks and my arms into branches, the leaves of my leavings fall and sprout seeds among the grasses. Spreading my roots through the mud, bringing myself a sort of immortality, ......Read the rest...

...Before dawn, I press my palm on the windowpane, leaning gently into the night feeling it slipping through cold fingertips. Later when sipping coffee I glance out, there are shedding's now, ......Read the rest...

...Living Together The small mouse crossed the floor, fleet of foot, and fearful for her life. She did not want to wake, the farmer, or his wife. She simply wanted to feed, her family, an......Read the rest...

...Can you show me who you are Where you’ve been or what you’ve done? Can you tell me all your wonders Or the honeyed webs you’ve spun? Well you may be ever reticent Of your......Read the rest...

...I am not tempted to invite company We have been taken hostage by a pony puppy He chews up everything including mattresses. How can we invite someone who likes dogs here? He will sleep with them......Read the rest...

...Advertised as an Estate Sale Which I took to mean Not just yard sale discards. Here are some Of the things you could obtain: Aluminum baking pans Plastic punch bowl Four segments of track......Read the rest...

...There is a new mythology emerging, Howling from the hind end of the pack, Scorching the composted leavings Of established orthodoxy as a pillar of flame Showing the way for true rock & roller......Read the rest...

...On a day like this I lather my face, Scrape off the stubble of yesterday, seems like a waste of time. For on a day like this the chores to be done Surely require more hours of light than the sun c......Read the rest...

...DEATH IN THE MORNING on her roosting perch a wood pigeon awoke fluttered with a nervous jerk warily searching for sustenance above the peregrine made a fateful entrance a w......Read the rest...