Pestle Poems - Poems about Pestle

...The glaciers swept over the corridors of North America standing in the back yard of Alaska they carved out the great lakes in Alberta, British Columbia and Montana and, gazes at you from the depth......Read the rest...

...The Chronicles of our Liberty. Liberty in reverse. Our nation, a living mystery, bonded in trinity. Herein lies our story. Was it not yesterday, Freedom roamed and triumphed in our backyard......Read the rest...

...Devil's advocate claims Teflon Trump... The demagogue reincarnate feels gifted to reign supreme captivates, glorifies, lauds, renounces, yawps extreme views bellows dogmatic fulminations in......Read the rest...

...Reeds and dry mud walls, Into whose crevices, weaving needles and knives are fixed. Iron sheets of rust on top, (The only modern feature!) With leakages through which we can even visualize the su......Read the rest...

...In the center of my chest sounds; A pestle and mortar that pound, With the rhythm of tudu-tudu-tudu; In a manner that flows, one and two and three;- breathe; The ratio of three to one, Three be......Read the rest...

...That's one thing about Media Hype: A help to the The Low - Rated Type, An unseeded challenger ripe For a show down with Champion Tripe, Who'd him not spare blows like a snipe, On yielding flesh......Read the rest...

...Another morning Breaks in a wet and thickening Cling of fog, gathers on leaves to load Down and bend Each with a growing weight, Fastened until too heavy to hold when all Gives way to spill and......Read the rest...

...Let’s all bring our mortar and pestle And have a party of great papaya pickle We call this a famous Thai ‘’som tum” So delicious! Heavenly awesome! Let’s first wear our kitchen attire ......Read the rest...

...MURDER OF AFRICA Mother, Mother of the black race, Behold your children, Dead and dying, Not even a broken hope, Can their withered hands grope? Mother, Mother of Africa, See your child......Read the rest...

...My auntie winter's icy breath wacked my bare face hard, when I step out earlier on She gave me the cold shoulder and iced me out with a frosty glare for no reason at all it's her season though so ......Read the rest...

...Canons of Maternal Love Whirled pestle like a dervish, a meter long wooden rod, in a mortar of clay. Body swayed in rhythmic moves as her feet anchored mortar. Jingle of bangles added ha......Read the rest...

...It arrived one day by morning post, from writing she knew from foreign coast. Small seeds packed in two polythene bags, had some criss-cross writing with strange tags. Martha, Brenda t......Read the rest...

...these glass vessels that you see, no longer appertain to me, no longer feigning to make part what was the mainstay of my art, my skills no more appreciated, as if I were some rusticated old f......Read the rest...

...It fell from a dune Into my path This day Near where freshwater bubbles forth And waves push foam Fraught with tempest Of a southern sea Upon an isolated shore That would turn fatal for Two ......Read the rest...

... "We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are." Anaïs Nin “Man Eating Flower” Voluptuo......Read the rest...