Mortars Poems - Poems about Mortars

... I am tired. Usually in a “life has sapped itself out” But that isn’t what this is about. I. Am. Tired. Of my stupid styrofoam smile Squeaking under pressure all the while. I am ti......

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... Ponder the old pestles and mortars used at times in apothecaries, older drug emporium quarters. Some of the porous surface was shared by grinding both mortar and pestle ending up in medicine......

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...Haunted towers and fallen houses, Tell tales with bricks and mortars: Of scions spun by sprouts of spouses, Slogging limbs for quarters. Each day is spent in catalepsy, Metabolized days in sec......

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...A big warm hug, a strong embrace I brush the hair from off your face Then look you deep into your eyes So deep I find I'm lost inside With both my hands, one on each cheek I slowly bring your......

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...I wish these were different times, when I could write about pollen and bee, when I could write about silvery moons, and adventurous pathways on uncharted romantic sea -- But all I can write ......

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...Brick by brick, I built this home, each piece with purpose, in which it owns. It was the hardest task I ever did face, As I made sure everything was in its right place. Yet, suddenly, my house co......

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...Let hope rely upon your Maginot for swift retort has choked your Gallic might. It crushed your will beneath its undertow as diligence receded in the fight. Your flailing forces teeter on defeat ......

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...Consciousness Correction – 11-20-23 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Consciousness Correction Envy sneaks in unseen A thief robbing light from my house of ......

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...Blistering and scorching sands Land of the hushed and crushed hands Up the creepy furs clasping 'round Ebbing scraped sand of ants' mound Mortars of the deep and steamy skies O'er peals ......

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...They suddenly barged in their tanks and trucks Covered in various armaments of war. Their vehicles droned, piercing the silence, Cutting deep wounds in that fertile land, And desecrating the once......

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...O to have endless stretch ‘pon earth to roam, Return to rest, to roost, to my sweet home. Sweet home, forever a mighty magnet To go back to an ever open gate, Its awe and allure never once on......

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...Roads Roads of concretes Roads of tar and mortars takes Us all around......

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...On the first day if Christmas not much of a yield A false sense of peace over a normally killing field On the second day of Christmas each peace patrol Went back and forth from billets in its appo......

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...I wake up with the sound of a cannonball on the third month in the season of fall, finding courage to brave this storm, while its fierce wind blows my home. I look above and make the call ......

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...Who had gone to the Headquarters With my real age and a wagging tongue? Who at The Board pounded me with mortars From a determined snitching lung? I guess a fellow while still standing Didn’t ......

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