Lots Poems - Poems about Lots

2025.4.18 Easter Friday, a public holiday, All the shops was closed so as M Cenyralhere , There was no piano. It was fine by me, I just had to find an alternative. Yes, I was going to this place, My first trip of this year, With beautiful trees line of pines along the shore. I came here many times before. Yes, I went pass Geelong, Visited...

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I miss the sweet comraderie The words you'd leave for me to see The teasing tongue tenacity I never thought one day you'd be Away from here, away from me I miss the way you'd make me smile Through darkest days, a word worthwhile Would scatter gloom and chase the vile Oh, how your charm could so beguile I miss your certain kind of...

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And doesn't response in sentences. Maybe that's why, I feel the need to climb on fences. Even though I later bleed, my colored sheets....

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lines marked on pavement remind me of maps features layed out for our eyes...

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Come and be my little dove We'll fly away on wings of love We'll aim for heights not reached before Alone with you my heart can soar And freely beat for whom it longed Together now, so far beyond The days it used to pine and ache Now there's only love to make...

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Busat keteer for my dear love, Whom I've known since we were up above. ...

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It takes a lot of tricks to write a good poem It's not easy to understand the theorem The magic, the divine essence of being a Poet These days everybody is one: the Muffet pet And the puppet. Everybody should express Their feelings on paper. Even if it is a mess If you are very famous like Michael Jackson Whatever crap you...

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Lots of memories Mesmerizing stories Lots of fun Levels of frustration Made some money Borrowed huge money Celebrated birthday Attended so many Health issues Hospital dues Lots of love Lost dear ones Work continues Worries never ends Year 2022...

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Ott's (lots) chrysanthemums in bloom pitch perfect today September 14th, 2022. 861 Gravel Pike, Schwenksville, Pennsylvania 19473 the ideal place if/when ye dear reader experience maddening rage (against the machine) causing ordinarily calm demeanor to fuss and fume perhaps as best man/woman unbridled quibble between newly minted bride or groom (similar scenario between yours truly and the thirty something gal he married) both of us...

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He was casting lots determining the will of God And holy times in mid Eastern Bible times Allocating lands, determining duties, assigning guilt Select the individuals for responsibilities Cleromancy Cleromancy He was casting lots, casting lots Cleromancy Is it modern day man's comfort in psychology A materialistic dependency leading him to clemency Or is it a form and fashion of idolatry Cast out lots...

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She is the mad man of Charlay he said. But isn’t she a woman? I asked. More manly he replied. Thus I call her a man. Is that okay with her? I am sure it is okay with them. She uses both he and she; she is ambidextrous. I smile, sure he is using the wrong word. But what would I...

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We don't know much on the scale of things. Why do crows crow and nightingales sing? Why do animals have four legs? Human Beings only have two pegs. Why do birds fly and man cannot? These unanswered questions tie my brain in a knot We all have a brain, that's for sure, The brain is our information store. It doesn't matter what we...

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Wanted your time, to be free Your freedom so did not include me But I’m doing fine on my own Lots of money, I’m adding on Out to dinner several times a week To the grocery store for extra treats And on the weekends sometimes meats All those extras you’re saving me I’m saving lots of money Now that you’re not my honey You think...

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The door to the bookstore creaks complaining Books for new and old customers ...

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They have lots of hare in them, he warned me, but that was okay. My family has a lot of hair too, even at the end of our life. I still want to meet them. I told him. “Because that’s, okay.” He added, “One of them has already consented to be my wife.”’ They are identical twins, he said,...

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