Oliver Poems - Poems about Oliver

"I'm working on the Lento Form starts as a collage and not simplistically termed words, like my poem 'Ode to a Dove' that made Best Lento Form," ... by Poet. *Actual Poem used below, Star light, star bright, First star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, Have this wish I wish tonight." KEY: S, young...

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She wants words? Romantic words to squeeze out a smile from her heart, And diagnose the functioning of her left ventricle? How about we nail her to her own cross? Ropes secured,tight and stronger than her teeth; We'll tie round her limbs like a frog made ready for an experiment; We will need a blindfold to send her into a dark...

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Reality is a canvas of hues and shades, Where shadows dance and sunlight eventually fades, Intuition's whispers, a gentle breeze, Revealing what the eyes may not yet see.....

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Oliver, the October Scarecrow was freshly made from hay. He liked scaring the birds and the bumblebees away. They tried to get near the pumpkin patch until they saw him wave. His arms spiraled like a windmill at the edge of a windblown cave. He had a mouse in his pocket, keeping it away from the cat. There was an...

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Please have some faith in swine Do you write after drinking wine? Q.Kia ap gaanja phonktay ho?...

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Since Orlando saved his life, Oliver is a changed man. He now wants to help his brother any way he can. When Oliver first saw Celia, he was struck by Cupid's arrow. Rosalind's cousin is a woman Oliver would like to know. Brother of Orlando's cup of love now does overflow. Sweet Celia has really made Oliver's heart sing. Everything is...

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Ollie, Ollie, the reddish sun is coming up, Mother's in the kitchen filling the teacup, Teddy bear awaits fantastic adventure today, Walk softly little Ollie, 'til shadows go away. Ollie, Ollie, green grassy fields are calling, Frogs are croaking, and rooster is bawling, Time is swift, but the days are growing long, Making way for the frenzied summer throng! Written on 3/10/2021 Nursery Rhyme...

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Welcome back my weary friends I promise you this story ends But not before your time flies through A tale with a horse or two... On streets of cobblestone and gray Where beggars sleep and orphans play The aged, sick and nearly dead Are buried with the underfed The costermongers ply their ware To passersby who linger there While orphan children learn to pick A pocket...

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oVPqkv7awgI The symphony of morning plays on strings of a quartet unloose like the sun on your window sill, by morning rise Listen to the sweet music as it plays blooming all your flowers as they dance on your crystal vase Hear the silence of his steps as he shuffles hugging his violin, he plays on...

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Grandpa's tractor coughs, sputters and comes alive, acrid smoke sharpening my senses... gears engaged, lurches forward, disturbing clouds of fungus midges bursting in the sun from the damp clumps of weeds near the barn. Anise Hyssop, wild spires along the barn, fill the air with licorice smells as the rear wheels brush by. Proceeding to the field,...

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Oliver Toliver Goliver Snipe Was a big lizard who was fairly ripe His pink and red top hat brought plenty of hype Some were so jealous they began to gripe The treble, the cleft, the tooth, and the tripe, I thought he was adorable with his blue green back stripe....

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She is one of Oliver’s girls so do not expect her to be anything common. Her navy dress with blue polka dots is magical, but those quadruple eyes Oh, my. Where did they come from? All on the left side too. There is some reflection about that. Being right-brained, this has something to do with it. Freeing up that side. Clouds...

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A DUCK CALLED OLIVER ‘Twas I a lucky boy that be, Who lived back in a time? Of peaceful calm, Way back then Suburban farm Acre of scrub and bush Outskirts of the city be. Animals on daily basis so Time for there to feed “MOOK” our milking cow to milk, Chooks “BETTY, PAULA and MAGGIE MAY” Eggs a collecting every day, Olde cat “MIDNIGHT” great mouser...

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When I was young and fate was kind To every wish, I had in mind No appetite for greater gloom Betrayed the joy that lit my room Where nothing but the night is black And black is never dark for lack Of something bright or greater light But merely brings a lesser sight And should a sullen something scratch Or enter unbeknownst to...

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My mother's name was Seraphine A sadder child was never seen Her duty was to serve the table Of newly widowed Mrs. Grable Her husband Mr. Grable died To keep the British gratified For which the lady, born and bred Was brought to stay with Master Ted Their lineage was the House of Bean A family favored by the Queen When epic wars...

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