Muds Poems - Poems about Muds

...Corked off glue, oral mucosa clamped, oyster bald razor, thumb running along twine binding the package, a conductor testing violin tension. Hairy balls of fire, a jackdaws caw, drawing her in with di......

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...Corked off glue, oral mucosa clamped, oyster bald razor, thumb running along twine binding the package, a conductor testing violin tension. Hairy balls of fire, a jackdaws caw, drawing her in with di......

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...The Guild ---------------- By: Hephaestus and Minerva A conversation about both Oak Island and Rancocas Finds Treasures and Artifacts Built by Brutus de Villeroi found in the muds of Ran......

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...I thought I heard a strange sound Coming from under the ground I looked around but all I see Were squirrels running up the tree And a man across the street Talking on the phone telling His wife......

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...~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Spring: Beginning, the practice run, Hello, hallowed ..., Aubade; Cringe reflections and spare the fun, hues, tints, oh yes, ......

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...Overlap of melancholy breezes,lips mumble In maze of complex routes, body bumble Dark souls shaking head in wonderment behind hedge Frivously pushing themselves over the edge Joy instants......

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...She stood upon her weary raft Oar in her hand dipped in dark bath With every row she rippled suds Within the shadows deep as bloods Traversing dead lilies and stenching muds Oar scraping roo......

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...Long time I stood In the middle of a crossroad Trying to find my way On the shades of black and gray I found ups and downs and plains And humps as big as mountains I found muds and puddl......

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...If I could shapeshift….. On Monday I would be a horned owl Eating road kill, tasty and foul. On Tuesday I would be an intelligent pig Dressed in a pink rhinestone tiara and wig. On Wednesday......

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...Today is a new spring’s first day Today is the birth of a new season Today is another blessed birthday Today is a special and memorable Sunday Indeed, it’s a novel or a new creation The sky is a......

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...Sunrise ======================= By M. K. Dalei When crows start sanctifying the blue bright ether with their devine words The sacred sun takes birth in the lap of east c......

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...so this poem is based solely on the title and its interpretations so the obvious one is racism do the blind only see the sound if you take it like colour as in shades of pink is shade just a......

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...DILAPIDATED GLOBE A weary pneuma bleeds Tears of the miserable The poverty-stricken tumbledown The opulence shows gusto. At the sight of the indigent But very penurious in helping... The......

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...Does the greens leaves the leaves! Waiting for the sun to rest for the day, Dreaming of the night sky with stars. He treads his path in the field of wheat. Unable to step any more further, He ......

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...Are We Not Brothers, Made From The Same Dirt, (Tribute to Philip Freneau and his poem, The Dying Indian) Are We Not Brothers, Made From The Same Dirt I welcome you- sweet dawn, soft break ......

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