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Momo Poems - Poems about Momo


ontor momo
Number 5 Tagore web -ontor momo 5. Bless thy mind blossoming to the degree of all these, brimming ashore the fullest hymn, in the innermost shrine, pearls of wisdom and adore Cleanse thy impurity, bless them a glow Beauty, may the diva touch the unborn heavenly ,...

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Categories: momo, analogy,
Form: Free verse
Number 5 Tagore web -ontor momo
5. Bless thy mind blossoming to the degree of all these, brimming ashore the fullest hymn, in the innermost shrine, pearls of wisdom and adore Cleanse thy impurity, bless them a glow Beauty, may the diva touch the unborn heavenly , beyond the creation Awaken, prepare for the...

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Categories: momo, day,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member spying momo on the Missouri River
Momo blended in well with the trees moved fast considering he was walking in brush we followed this big-foot-like-creature down the Missouri River It was 1971, we knew he was an anomaly. Tried to tell people. They thought we had been smoking pot. I have never smoked pot But I have seen Momo, so I know he is real He appeared taller than...

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Categories: momo, animal,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Gorgeous Grass Faerie Saves Momo Mouse
Gorgeous Grass Faerie was sent to soothe the little fellow. He was lost in the bowels of the jungle with snakes of yellow. His sniffles were heard by elves, faeries, owls and a gnome. He was lost, for he had wandered rather far from his home. The first thing we need to do is give him food the faerie...

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Categories: momo, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Rhyme
Gugu and Momo
shared a strange reality made from footsteps the land of spirit being open to improvisation with existence a fountain of plenty for all too much meaning too much of the time is it not true to the self of selves that suffering to one is suffering to all they patiently awaited the great emancipation which had been delayed more than once due...

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Categories: momo, how i feel,
Form: Free verse



Momo
when I see the smudged bowl that Momo lived in, I think of his fins, which drifted off of his body and broke apart like popsicles, and my fingernails, which flake into pieces and snag on my sweater. it goes on, then, to scars on my face and side and especially one on my thigh, a casualty from...

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Categories: momo, nostalgia, pets, sad, fish,
Form: Free verse

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