Pike Poems - Poems about Pike

It's all the ways darkness drapes showing where light is in reality how it's part and parcel I can't look at myself but I see a reflection from your eyes sat in a circle we can tell each who we are I need to hear it to exist may I rest my head on your shoulder my friend pass light person...

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As my son was driving down the pike a driver cursed him, “You dirty kike” My son turned slowly and waved goodbye calling out proudly, ‘Am Yisroel Chai!’ * __________________________________ *In English: "The People Israel Live!" ...

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This is the tale of Sarah Pike Who lived in a cottage at Hangman’s Dyke, Twixt Preston and old Burnblack town She walked the byways up and down. Travellers stopped to buy her pies And kissed her hands with gracious goodbyes Till a gentleman rider on his tall chestnut steed Strangled her dead in his wicked deed. Sarah Pike will never go home,...

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Life ain't no bed of roses We're not destined to drown in a pit of despair Aguish is unknown until flesh grazes a blade of barbed brair A prickle that pricks A nettle that nicks and stings my gaping gore A scab I scratch and pick My heart...a naked sore The pain of a plant's pike Poison seeping through my pores Miss Ivy takes her effect Toxins...

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Just a little tyke When on the hearth~strike Then blaze Warmth flowed throughout like Happiness 'pon trike Young days When you were godlike I'd feel dreamlike A phase Let me paraphrase It's not hollandaise Just dreams Down by waterways Where God I could praise Fish teem As 'pon stream I gaze Large bream dreams always Sea bream No_ hatchlings that gleam And bring forth moonbeams That strike 'Pon the eyes_pipe dreams Whipped and fluffed upstream A seiche Dreams...

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In golden dawn of day Fish the color of lake and sky Swam Lake Erie wide in eye. Twenty thousand years past Fins chased by glaciers: Blue pike survived Until too many waves of our breed Swept them from the lake With taint and nets of greed In a hundred years-long dusk. Too much like Sandburg’s Buffalo Dusk The Blue pike and their fishermen are gone: Too...

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Our boat is first to slice The green snake skin of Clam Lake This Saturday morning in May Heading east to the mouth of Grass River Where angry Pike still hunt from shallows Before the Milfoil grows to summer impossible My son at the wheel His long hair a wake of curls behind his engine grin Fishing poles battering the back of the...

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Congratulations to Simone Biles An African-American gymnast Who dares to surpass The Gold Standard...

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the blue print glows back at my sight it's getting clearer and clearer and it isn't in my rear view mirror like eddie said it's straight ahead the thirteen are anxious about revolution they pray for anonymous contribution the rotchild will kill the rothschild the child was red all from the start he needed...

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Down this once famous graveled road I drive by day and drive by night my mind replaying stories of times past. As if thinking about them can make them real again. Buildings standing with new faces, signs. I see them now only as they once were in my childlike memory, mind. Each corner sparks a lost thought. Transparent faces of townies crossing cross streets a...

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Autumn leaves are falling as I look back on life. Never thought I'd live this long through the trouble, toil and strife. The road has been a rocky one mostly scary, dark and grey and God sure had to carry me many times along the way. As I watch the wind blown leaves tossed wildly on the ground; I'm reminded of the way life was before...

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Cronking ravens’ aerobatics between rock-pulpits leaning over, grey disdainful gate-posts. Our shouts echoed as we clambered like ants on a wall, the lake a far glittering pool in the dark sunken floor of the world. On the saddle buttresses of old hostile crags hung vertiginously over an empty valley where brown snaking streams reflected the sky. When the fire died the night wrapped us...

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I had a house for sale They asked me to hold it Right before I sold it But my house was a whale That already set sail And didn’t give a whit But it thought what the heck Coz it altered its tack So I sold it to Pack But forgot about Peck Who was up on the deck Which was on my whale’s back But those...

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~On Pike’s Peak in moonlight as fog lifted, the maiden of gloom appeared on her broom, this witch I saw her as her dress drifted, with multi colored socks and face filled pocks. ~The maiden of gloom appeared on her broom, she did screech, “Aren’t I a great beauty’s peach?” ...

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