Piles Poems - Poems about Piles

poo piles like ant hills how much can a dog go poo hit- miss with mower...

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What in the world are we doing? Who are we trying to beat? It seems like we live our lives running, as if we are losing our seats. We never stop building up towers. We never stop spinning around. We never stop piling up into piles everything that we’ve torn down. Is it that we are pursuing happiness, like the old phrase? Or are we...

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We children laugh and yell and jump and scream. Jumping in maple leaf piles is our autumn dream. Pulling all these leaves together was total fun too. We’ll have bits of leaves in our hair before we are through....

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Never hold an angry grudge It turns your soul to a dark sludge Leaving you angry and bitter Filling you with lots of litter That gets higher every day With piles that wont go away You will never be set free It is really hard to see A way out -- you stumble and trip Losing your balance and grip Laying in a hatred...

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I should be thinking about snow, it’s December. But leaves, like glue, stick to windshield and doors, and saturated piles of brown shaped November flood my yard, its uphill and down. In need of oars, or hands and rakes, bags that shack the waste. Pretty when it was early fall, cool and ornamental. But now, the drill is to sweep the...

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The mail piles up when you’re away; The plants may droop or wither, But all else stays exactly so If you go yon and hither. The jacket you forgot to hang, The food that’s going rotten Were left in limbo with some other Things perhaps forgotten. The order you forgot to send, The room in need of dusting Wait patiently ‘til you return, Like little children,...

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I am a semi-hoarder; not quite there yet, but on my way because I love having things sit around in piles. Piles are a comfort to me. If you put my clothing into drawers I may not find them again. Thus, I have a chair pile, a clothes tree pile and a bathroom pile. Not to mention the guest room...

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We the Peeps are masked and fattened lady liberty is splayed wide for business for those who want an easy piece and for those who want to diss her. The economy is all but trashed there's a zombie in the white house stomping the heart of the working man.. and you thought Mister Orange was rad. I laughed aloud when a friend...

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To be brutally honest, I am not inclined to be impressed With the prehistoric pile of stones on Salisbury Plain, Wilshire During four trips to England, I did not go to see the rocks. I have driven through Georgia many times, let me explain, But I have never been through Elbert County where I am told Eight modern monoliths have...

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I have seen hoarders. I need a refresher though. Today. Right now. As I decide to give up because this bedroom is too much for me. There has been a possible raccoon den in the corner for six or eight years. Today was the day I decided to tackle it, hoping not to find a beaver dam or a tiger den. ...

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My house is perpetually full of stuff I do not need. Diapers? No. Hair bands? No. Pens that do not work. No. Patterns? Who sews these days? Material? No. Stuff I have dragged in myself after dragging other stuff out. Like stuff. Stuff so similar, it was silly to exchange it. I am looking at an Easter banner that I took down and...

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Closet Keeper of clothes So perpetually messy Unkempt, unless the owner is prissy. Often starts out insanely neat Try, unsatisfied, stomp Piles on floor Closet...

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White horses on a range of blue the sky is grey and I'm telling you stones in the yard will bare the names piles of silver hide the blames when names are numbers in a row waves are high and the winds will blow as fast as they can out of breath some go headlong onto death while more numbers will mount the...

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Piles Piles of things I need to do... Piles of things I need to sort through, Piles of things I'm collecting for his girls when they are older, Piles of memories some that make me smile and some that make me cry, Piles for his babies when they are old enough to understand them, Memories all carefully placed in piles. Piles...

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Genteel Ladies are careful not to toot While itty bitty babies laugh when they poop Big strong men, with hand's on their hips Lift one leg, and they just let it Rip...

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