Pouches Poems - Poems about Pouches

...there twasn't lights breaking embarrassment no, there is illusions of daybreak i sieve knowing seas, lasting songs columned bridges dangling low on lustless ships deserting grips guilty specta......

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...I recline with my cherry tree musings… a fountain of blossoms cherub cheek complected rise and curve from the ground up into a heaven and cloud scene to spread in splendor a festoon of bl......

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...I stabbed straight into her heart then wiggled the knife, twisted and turned. The blood oozed out covering the blade and my hand in scarlet red. She gave a blood-curdling shriek and moane......

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...it was cold, yet hot, a fever. i am surprised, as though I didn't fill myself with poison just the night before. my arm is taped down, attached to an iv, four pouches of medication seep into m......

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...There was Turkey and sausage meat, gammon ham too, Four pigs in blankets for me, you and you I did Yorkshire puddings and parsnips well glazed Sprouts, roast potatoes: I’m thus far unfazed… But......

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...She might be a hoarder we guessed that day. When she came gliding by what else could we say? Attached to her somewhere was a plethora of stuff. Books, gifts, purses, pouches, satchels all rough. ......

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...A moral question, How do you know hunger? Some people don't know  about these terrible  words in their lives: A) Hunger, B) Sorrow, C) Problems, D) Tears, E)  Pain, If you meet with ......

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...I open their ketchup pouches. I open their milks. I open their napkins Until the mama girls make themselves known. Then they do all the opening for the tables. Amazing their kindergarten classma......

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...It happens over there, a suburb, a state or half a world or more away from where I live in a quiet street with roses and hedges hanging over front fences with newly planted trees spaced alo......

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...I. In Oropos, a lone warrior rode On horseback in search of a place to rest. He had been on a long and weary quest, So, he pulled on the reins and his horse slowed. Up in the trees, t......

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... “The Splice of Life” When colour was to be washed out of the world the evil ones didn’t care the Actor led with his Dementors either side of him La......

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...Whole countries abide in my pockets. Places that live in closets of cloth, pokes, pouches, and nests hid darkly as the cloistered and inert. Mossy dens and dimples of lint they are, until ......

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...Prologue Abandoned and in disrepair the mansion Is dark now; a story behind every stanchion. An unwitting monument to a way of life, Since foreclosed through bloody civil strife. Antebellu......

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...She rose from the table moving slowly to the sink. This was not her favorite time, too much time to think. Her body moved from memory now, the right bit of dish detergent, she must refill that bottl......

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...I am a slender looking sea bird having forked tails, long hooked bills and a white under belly. My genus is marked by sexual dimorphism. My mate tries to do so many wonderful things so that I w......

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