Pottage Poems - Poems about Pottage

...Oh, just be my guest, I pray Come to my humble home, I say I am eager to serve you, please Everything from pottage to cheese. A full-course dinner, no ifs or buts The entire gamut – soup to nu......

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...It’s Christmas day Hip hip hooray With festive cheer And our family here The feast begins Amidst all our grins Crackers pulled, mottos read Fancy hats upon each head With turkey eaten We’l......

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...Picture # 4 used as inspiration At our lakeside cottage where we have pottage at night When autumn comes and russet mums' blossoms daze G......

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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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...Gaelic: it was my mother's native tongue, and her grandmother’s elder tongue. Grandfather was a Romani gypsy, horses naturally understood his voice. My lips follow English, a tangled language ......

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...Automated Daily Warning Satellite Sentinel One-Niner-Three Geo synchronous orbit Pacific-Med-Atlantic contiguous sea Sunspot activity forecast Will deplete Ozone layer more Than level original......

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...This was how it went down Just before my countdown I was sent in a lockdown And was seen as a downtrodden Caressed and scourged ......

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...It’s Christmas day Hip hip hooray With festive cheer And our family here The feast begins Amidst all our grins Crackers pulled, mottos read Fancy hats upon each head With turkey eaten We’l......

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...I We celebrate Labor (LABOUR) This year, with more PRAYER II I prayed briefly for my country, the people Singing the "Pater Noster" - FATHER IN HEAVEN: In the wee hours, as I awoke, th......

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...AMASOWONMWAN At arm's, I am but your brethren, Ne pas comrade Pour food, most have sold Their Honors for gold Others, a pot of pottage The tree only bends to the wind Because it doesn'......

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...Mornings are littered with gnawed husks, charred mouse-tails. March is burning its strew. The limbless braid a thawing earth into knotty threads. On wet lines flannel shirts poach in a ......

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...Before Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall Before Humpty Dumpty had a great fall Before all concerned attempted to fix him Before they all failed to make him great again He was first an exported idea fro......

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...A vessel made for ultimate good, God fashioned me in His image, Not knowing my intrinsic value I sold myself for a mess of pottage. Being marred in the potter's hand, but always His beloved da......

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...To the bride of Christ I pen this letter. Aya Jesu Nwanyi Chineke. I see you wobbling your feet lazily. Blissfully content with the comfort of this world. Forgetting you were sent on an erra......

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...Hunting lips of rage shoot like a barrage these sounds put on the run, a nearby witch the victim’s now in need of bandage covering the whole body stitch after stitch everything near crack......

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