Mill About Poems - Poems about Mill About

...In the thicket forgotten of deeply anchored thoughts, Where ideas nest, across time and tailored spaces, There I stand, guardian of the undimmed realm, the archivist of the flame That knows not ex......Read the rest...

... English philosopher John Stuart Mill His social and political theories are practiced still. Utilitarianism thinking today - Is it always the most moral way?......Read the rest...

...Where do all those rivers run Which take so many far from here? Some leave for a day or two While others seem to go for years. As I watch the waters flow I feel a certain type of chill, For I d......Read the rest...

... (To be sung to the tune of the Original Song Cruella De Vil - Not for contest) Jessica Rabbit, that's it ! Jessica Rabbit, Jessica Rabbit. If she doesn't please you, no pretty thing will. T......Read the rest...

...Spread it out on the ground and let’s see how far it reach; spread it out on the ground and you will see where destiny is bound; spread it out and measure it and you will know exactly if it fits. ......Read the rest...

...I saw you sitting there acting as if you don’t care, I saw you sitting there staring at them with strange eyes, and rehearsing a strange thought in your head wishing that the table would turn, and ev......Read the rest...

...Shadow & Reflection ( always yours) “Just a fun instant write” I realise a scent, a sniff, not a nose to the ground visual image hot on its heels, it feels, not a ear to the drum noisy hum, lum......Read the rest...

...Thoughts are workshop mill Knowledge is in the corner A grocery thrill.......Read the rest...

...His dad was a Commercial Traveller Who went to work in a suit and tie Didn’t have that weathered complexion From daily working under open sky. They lived last house in Mill Row The village schoo......Read the rest...

...Pigeon Man Frank, buried underneath the morning fog coddling the fractured arteries of urban sprawl which mill humanity against civilization's grindstone Pigeon Man Frank, bears wounds of s......Read the rest...

...Dew drops grace green grasses Soothing like my pearly power shower I choose the right outfit for an orange day Under the fruit bowl by Vincent Van Gogh Breakfast bar stool welcomes hungry hips ......Read the rest...

... The Mill Wheel is half-buried. Did time submerge it or did the weight of the wheel, defy the burden of time? A young child skips-by, jumps over the stone wheel. Tall grass parts for......Read the rest...

...Once there was a time, mill chimneys ruled our skies, above the shadowed streets, where people lived their lives. Once there were the stories, that grandma used to share, of troubled times at......Read the rest...

...I hate your glowing window on the damned hill like one of the fiery boiler in hell, before which stretches out dark meadow with abandoned wells, with a something like a mill on the horizon. ......Read the rest...

...It’s Thursday evening, almost nine, foot-tap, fiddle, and banjo time, with juke-box tales of love’s romance, the county jail, a second chance, for bourbon belles or backroad trucks, mail-box mot......Read the rest...