Polkas Poems - Poems about Polkas

...It’s the time of the year for Oktoberfest, The nip in the air, the leaves skittering about A fall festival that rates among the year’s best. Custom beers and homemade pretzels to tes......

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...Write a Self-Help book that works only for you. Become one with the One, or at least give it a try. It doesn’t get any easier after you’re dead. If you have a nasty personal problem become ......

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...Winter Dances Winter dances in stately gavottes - With children of wintry gardens - A kiss of frost on their cheeks – Remnants of summer twirl Among bright berries Where cardinals And Snowbi......

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...Catch Fall’s foliage Brasstown Bald — Highest peak for colorful leaves. Red squirrel’s cache of acorns, seeds, pine cones, bird eggs in felled log sleeve. Serve up Helen’s Oktoberfest in Alpin......

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...The Avenue of Gastronomic Delight Down the broad avenue called Gastronomic Delight City life gathers when twilight awakens; In eateries, drive-ins, greasy spoons and taverns – jumpin’ joints j......

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...I am just getting started Wait a little bit I have seen your blue iris Do not forget You promised me We will go together For the blue forest And look for the beehive In a moonlit nigh......

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...As I kept my raised eyes hooked to rivers A shining swing of swords like the sliced moon In polkas of blood a dark blue shiver From red jungles comes up a meaty Hun ______________________________......

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...As I took the right turn, lo, the crescent Like Urdu letters but pink and silken From two mountains meandering descent Raw hues of hours dark and blue keep folding As I kept my raised eyes ho......

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...DEAR DEER Dear Deer, I love you. the nice cute pretty creature, as gift of Nature. Your alluring appealing eyes ......

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...As I step through the door Of my office - Doughnuts Galore Mildred from behind the counter nods her head at me I come here every day for a few Jelly doughnuts and nasty brew Looking for the pe......

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...My quaint little cottage rests by a cool serene aqua with rights reserved only for my prettiest rosy bloom. Her two little feet walk down- wobbling like a penguin- on the rain brushed green......

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...Summertime memories of better days Playing outside way past dark Bungalo was the community pool Church picnics at Dutch Hill Park Sliding boards and old metal swings A box for the little ones ......

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