Lish Poems - Poems about Lish

...democracy: latin roots- philososphy of/as popular civility - to take away confusion usa - un-united states of americans ......Read the rest...

...The old ones have all gone now up those Golden Stairs. There's hay stacked for the horses in the barn. They're grubbing up potatoes and stacking corn stalks high 'cause Bertha's coming home toni......Read the rest...

...S ee it bright and not dim, U lish your potential to the brim, C hoose the path to follow, C ling to it without sorrow, E xplain to them what you mean, S ailing into the d......Read the rest...

...REGRETTING CAKE My life in crumbles, vanilla-chocolate, I lick my wounded fingers, tastes so good. To stay in shape, I frost my lips… de-lish, Cut corners on the square, I really should......Read the rest...

...Slaughtering Eng-lish not in anger but in a vikingr way nor in rangr ......Read the rest...

...As I went to get published, Stopped for ale and grub. At a place called the Longfish; Which is a great pub. Well that first book it got scrubbed; Thrown in the rubbish. So now when I seek a p......Read the rest...

...A moment of silence Becomes eternity The emptiness is deafening My eyes have lost all color For grey skies is all I see Her touch ignited me Her voice was my comfort When she laughed, my soul did da......Read the rest...

...To create in five minutes, I wish to come up with a nice yummy dish. A limerick I do, dear Russell, for you. And I'm sorry it can't be de-lish! (having problems getting this to post! Hopefully thir......Read the rest...

...Santa would like us girls and boys to sit upon his knee Can we sit there Santa, my friend and me? We can bounce up and down and cause you to smile It will help keep you warm, as you fly each lone......Read the rest...

...Santa would like us girls and boys to sit upon his knee Can we sit there Santa, my friend and me? We can bounce up and down and cause you to smile It will help keep you warm, as you fly each lonely ......Read the rest...

...Declared plainly by those that know not thee of whom this present world was not worthy Their cries still ......Read the rest...

...That first kiss--De-lish! Smooth like Hagendaaz! I was in my fourteenth year, too green to see his flaws. I, the skinny Yankee teen with glasses on her face met the proverbial "preacher's son" (......Read the rest...

...Week to week check to check living thee American dream living in dept, middle class friend to the Joneses only seeing the greener grass behind high fences, early to bed early to rise sore feet an a......Read the rest...