Petering Poems - Poems about Petering

... She is eighteen and tattoos are the latest rage." I'd like a tattoo please" she asks. I see a young girl in a messy ponytail and wonder if she'll pick something gaudy, then I will have to oblige. ......

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...WOMB OF ALL BEGINNINGS In the delicious womb of all beginnings we learnt to giggle electrons to bear all things without nusturtiums, pink lilies or doughnuts warm gurglings of God’s dream......

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...A desire sets off towards a place far inland whose spires lift like raised pikes on the horizon. There is always a "somewhere" hanging in the sky above your head, an El Dorado, a glistening pot,......

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...Time passes, I look in retrospect on a life petering out. Memories rack my brain, there under the pine tree we stand embraced in perfect harmony, our names chiselled on the tree's ......

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...As the wind flagellates heavily, I catch the scent of cigarette smoke, a familiar plunge— greased lightning before my nostrils, whirling memories of laughter, of twilight conversations......

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...Aah... how great the taste of water... After lounging in bed until late morning/early afternoon we (the missus and I) felt restless as garden variety buffoon or think chrysalis itching to e......

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...Grey, Is the colour, That follows me. A trail in the rain When you walk behind. But ahead it gathers Muted and stiff, I do not feel the Red on white of pain, Not the sharp arrow, The......

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...Float like a butterfly Sting like a bee Has the light gone out for you? Because the light's gone out for me It is the 21st century It is the 21st century Him. Her. Hic. Ille....

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...Without reason rhyme would not be sublime. Un-metered runs of tale-tossed words, un-timed would reasonably scatter like broken chimes, petering-out upon the parchment page of springtime. Without sea......

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...A poet dresses the naked word, with emotions. Such as the air in this empty room sops the hand and satisfaction it gives. Still, the pen he has used flows again and the page cherishe......

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