Overhung Poems - Poems about Overhung

...What happened to my sex drive? (sung – in a round pussy willow warble - to the tune of -- Oh Where Oh Where has my little dog gone). Once pronounced libido of mine took kamikaze nose dive, ......

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... School was a mile and a half walk from home, across roadways, busy streets and railway lines and through parklands patrolled by swooping magpies in spring. We thought nothing of it when it......

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...The old tree has long been felled, And you need to know the ground To find the last few signs of Sunken family grave mounds. The graveyard is now full And it was thought for the best To find ......

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...Its roof well overhung by boughs From the old Churchyard trees Our small cottage rested like a Penitent on subservient knees Windows at least a crack open The old country lore reason To let i......

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...Up a mountain apart Jesus then led his closest friends. To the summit they sped. Bathed in radiant light he became dazzling white. “It is good to be here”, Peter then said, though wi......

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...But we of the Three Tribes live undiscovered In the reverberating stillness of the Three Gorges... And are therefore unknown to the warring mongol; His impassioned lusts -- his penchant......

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...The same black cloud that rested over the field the morning after the mower put out the haystack floated over the tops of the silver-trees on the edges of the rose-garden. Through the silver-trees it......

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...She was lounging in my kitchen, in her yellow leather jacket When I cautiously unzipped it, and spread apart the placket I pulled the garment down halfway, up until her waist, Exposing jacket’s un......

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...I Am Moved A chalet was there with overhung eaves and there she sat by an elm with its leaves the rays of the sun embodied her shape her diaphanous dress left me agape no one could dissuade ......

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...(sung – in a round pussy willow warble - to the tune of -- Oh Where Oh Where has my little dog gone) With a flam boy hunt deft jais nais sais quois firm lickey split tongue and two bell yule ......

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...The trail to the peak was a long and arduous climb Which skirted a pristine glacial lake about midway. Shimmering below, it offered a cooling balm for the heat And a picturesque spot to rest and r......

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... Scarce had it rain'd - blue hued drops showering down; in the witching hour I rode, where the earth is overrun by weeds, yellow fringed with black-eyed-susans; trees overhung with wi......

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...Navigating the immense void of night The right ascension to a winter’s sky; Coincides with the height from which I stood Stars, interlinking crescendo’s so freely, Imitate the centuries, as I pr......

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