Perambulator Poems - Poems about Perambulator

...One day just like that she began. A little smudge no bigger than God's thumb. Forgetting old bones and scarred memories she was born one early March. A lion in a baby carriage roaring and carryin......

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...I was six years old, the year was 1966. Mom left me alone in a plaza with my one year old sister in a perambulator. She went inside to do the grocery and asked me to take care of her while sh......

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...(The memories are simple, living the feeling significant) After conquering Beamsley Beacon due Southwest, Rombald’s moor stood, while for centuries within the valley the minute dwellings of gre......

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...MONOKU SEQUENCE #A a perambulator arrives - emptiness takes its leave . a quietness descends - fresher term opens ......

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...* dear john she replies - dipping her pen into tears * listen to the pause - silence is golden A tribute to Erik Satie * the school-bus departs - she eats the advent candy * on garibaldi's ......

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...The little imp bawled lustily as it lay in its perambulator there by the water fountain in a secluded garden right in the middle of a concrete jungle, disturbing my elevated thoughts that churn......

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...It squeaked as it slowly rolled out the door Trundled out the rusty gate Over the sunken wooden bridge and onto the sandy sidewalk. The daily trudge had begun. Nestled and nurtured within wer......

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...Monoku is a senryu/haiku with a slight enigmatic flavour written in its earlier as a one line form * dear john she replies - dipping her pen into tears * listen to the pause - silence is golden ......

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...I think I achieved a lot of what I desired, But failed at my best physical aspiration, Only dressing myself for ten days admired, Because I couldn’t overcome agitation. My parents came over......

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...For years I've hugged a dream Not a very lady-like one But then again Who said, I am a lady? Not me! I want a pile of rustic junk A few bicycles A perambulator A pile of wood Nails plus ag......

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...Hell you say So tell me really where is hell Shall I, should I maybe tell Things are rough in your perambulator From time of birth, nips like a Gator At 2 I’d lurk under a shack Me and the......

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...a perambulator arrives - emptiness takes its leave . a quietness descends - fresher term opens . room-to-let s......

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