Oakwood Poems - Poems about Oakwood

...First Flight Cedarwood frame and canvas kite, Made at home with purpose flight. Blustery day on pastured ground, Early reluctance now skyward bound. The tug is strong and pulling hand, Resi......

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...our mouth owes a debt to your buried bones a hot lead cracked in a jiffy, and your brain splashed~ in the thick forest of Hanoi, with the stains sucked by soil as a flow thicker than......

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...Earth, with her fertile ground used all year round Strong and consistent and new growth persistent A yield from a field, and a brood of oakwood Fire, he strikes a match, we start a new batch Se......

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...Elements of a Dram Earth, with a fertile ground used all year round Strong and consistent and new growth persistent A yield from a field, and a brood of oakwood Fire, with the strike of a mat......

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...Home sweet home on Christmas day. Children and grandchildren come, but not to stay Home smells of pumpkin spice, gingerbread cookies, ham and turkey in the oven Yeast rolls rising......

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...It sounds like a casino, but it is a deli-diner, only open for breakfast and lunch. A Ruben sandwich will cost you ten bucks, but it is the best in town. A girl-child covered in butterflies. I ......

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...FROM RED APPLES TO CLEAR RIVERS How stark is the vermillion And cardinal red of the apple Setting on the oakwood table, The last of its five-pound groupi......

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...Sometimes I smell things Things that take me back. And remind me of a certain place, a certain time Smells are important to me The smell from my dad coming home from work. The smell of fried ri......

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...        ***Le Minuit Avec Vous*** The Midnight With You To have a sensual repast with thee, Upon a midnight, beneath our beloved Oakwood tree! Whenst the world, not a sound......

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... Woman of Worth At the base of Oakwood hills Lies an enchanting meadow Of sheer delight to the senses Hidden in a luscious valley Lavender trumpets line the path Mingled with vol......

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...Chalk Dust by Odin Roark What history lurks Below blackboard surfaces Wedged in creases of eraser felt In between folds of Oakwood trays How pristine we wipe clean The dark window’s surface Making......

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...He throws his black trench coat across the foot stool; Wet and Cold as he is, he heads straight to the kitchen. It's dark outside, the neon moon is the only source of light; Rain beats down on th......

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