Lumbering Poems - Poems about Lumbering

...Crepuscule creeps along the cusp of daylight, encroaching duly on the day’s blond glow. As lumbering dusk steps upon its foe, Flowing forth spills the wine of sanguine twilight. Behind the ru......

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...Ed is a beast, a bruiser, a big baboon We expected a lumbering oaf, a goon Her description had much jocundity He was quite lovely, as we would soon see Why did you set us up thinking he was a clo......

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...Line of Inquiry... as an entity in the dream we conjured we know not we are both the dreamer and dreamed how then may we wake up when we are in trance in bondage to illusions we ourselves stre......

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...Prosperity proved no defense against the years or changing fates writ in the stars - nor masters of arms foresaw the weapons that unseated their lineages, leaving only ghostly bones where legions ral......

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... SELF PORTRAIT (Apropos Of An Ebon Flashback) I’m a dark-hued poetic mind, Writing mine; Often inking seemingly empty words Bled from pregnant Thoughts:- But even t......

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...I watched a lorry coming down the Route de Lesterps. One of those rumbling lumbering lorries that so disturbed your morning sleep and for an instant, a moment’s thought, I wanted to dash out ......

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...falling rain, droplet by droplet pane pain pane sipping on leaves fall falling failing to see leaves livestock lumbering, conceited between the pages their veins throbbing as a moppet scri......

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...Before the marathon began, I walked First Avenue, Aware 100,000 feet Would soon come pounding through. The do-not-cross tape waited And the police were getting set To control the hordes of ch......

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...I'm a dark-hued poetic mind Writing mine: Inking navel keloid words Water-broken From pregnant Thoughts YES B......

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... Floating in the flash flood of divesting dissonance pervasive, I see a verdant valley carved out within the entity of lonesome me, drifting away with the desolate sigh, displaced from t......

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...We didn’t have much stuff We weren’t poor Or so we were told Ya got one pair of shoes Maybe sneakers in the summer A few “hand-me-downs” A “cold water flat” in the city An old black cast iron ......

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...Lumbering bulldozers grind and rip trees and shrubs from the empty lots, competing with gas fumes, the noise of trucks, and honking horns on the busy thoroughfare. Two gracious houses, on......

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...Oh Mondseer: the muck cob brie muenster saga..., crafted when Wallace and Gromit returned from their trip to the moon, which I can prov-olone huck curd (within Trump con feta ration) – as......

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... Older age being old is always ten years ahead: meanwhile I’ve decided to embrace my present age positively I walk, don’t run, affecting a dignified lumbering; if I stumble,I welcome......

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...Time to be respectable I live in two homes in my mind I’m both Frida and Diego Like me, they lived in Twin Houses The tortured me lives in the blue one The elephant in the red and white ......

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