Pottage Poems - Poems about Pottage

...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......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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'......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...STAY OR GO yes or no? An offshore island we remain, whether we stay or go.. But our history we need now to declaim.. and say No! Truly enfranchised for only a few decades,now cheaply given awa......Read the rest...

...Oh, America, my beloved America. The world owns your soul, and chortles as catastrophe comes. Bartered was your legacy, for riotous living, and pottage no longer gratifies your innar......Read the rest...

... Pottage of lentil and bread Thank you Lord I’m fed With wheat, barley and flour Filled my cup this hour Overflows with grace Bless this taste Yes! ~~~~~~~ Place among 273 Semi-Fin......Read the rest...