Mustards Poems - Poems about Mustards

...Nestled woodland, leaves on line, thick, straight, and curving. Mounded upland, forms eternal, Rounded, angled, and yielding. Circled valley, meadows, fields, shapes, and pathways win......

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...quintessence of fall her mustards and tangerines multicolored leaves her trees turning black pumpkins smile at harvest moon crow glides in on wind october sunset her broken yellow corn sta......

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...Onions in my meatloaf, in chili, and in sloppy Joe's they make us smile In scalloped corn, and of course mashed potato gravy once in a while Onions are chopped, ready to be slopped into everything ......

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...Just yesterday, there was only a subtle hint of autumn color. Today, the single tree fades into yellows, oranges and reds no longer a solitary hued figure. A cluster of distant tree......

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...Ten ton mustards often evaporate causing much interesting sensations that even a cactus fraction could be expelled. Oh repugnant thoughts of stale galactic breads. Why ponder in a wind tunnel? 8 inte......

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...Full of doubt. About survival of the species and my own. A plague of tent caterpillars, worse than an infestation, an insurgency that has left the sky naked, bones revealed, trees knee deep in web......

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...Walking on this green grassy path In the far spread fields of flowery mustards Provides a priceless relief to my oh! Tired soul; Better than the meditating monks feel In solitude, in the stupas ......

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...See there, the flowering fields, To the afar—with flies the mustards dance Under the sunny spring’s sweet sky. See there the snowy crags and gorge, There the foresty slopes; There the stony m......

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...Blow Blow now, blow Wind of recourse Blow Sweep the thistles off Their rooted feet Clear the sharp thorns Off the fertile farm. Blow Blow quickly, blow Wind of recourse Blow Let the millet grow ......

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...The sunrays showered the treetops pooling little puddles of light on the predominance of shade that claimed the beaten path below; seemingly ebbing and flowing caused by the rustle of th......

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...I'M PREGNANT WITH DESTINY.THIS WASN'T A NORMAL PREGNANCY. IT STARTED LIKE A MUSTARD SEED; IT GREW INSIDE ME LIKE A BABY...THE FEELING I FELT WASN'T IN WEBSTERS DICTIONARY... WORDS THAT MORTAL MAN ......

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...Again, I come back to those thoughts the one appearing as those beautiful pots; Among which you’re just smiling as a “flower”; Your innocence, your nature Your beauty, your words.. like “yello......

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...Langbe jinna When liquid crystals fall in spontaneous spatter And earth release scintillating scent To the face of a haughty sky Langbe jinnaq When watery diadems drop ceaselessly And bonny......

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