Procures Poems - Poems about Procures

... Gazing at the Sky Gazing at the sky on a summer night With MYRIADS of stars shining sheer bright ......

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... The Joys of Springtime When spring sunshine spreads its carpet of greens On prairies, meadows, valley......

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... Earth I love to dwell on a hill slope Where humbly lies my humble home ......

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...What doth he do? In the hall of learning He, teaches us alphabets Using which we simulate stupendous sonnets he teaches us, with contrasting countenance from mere additions to anatomy of hens Th......

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... Unswallowed lumps of lobster immodest Crustacean returns to pincers persimmon Waitress whisk indiscernible clears linen Custom of one equates her eight hour day H......

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... local cab driver big deal lacking personal appeal drives into a lake procures a fish cake then bumps an electric eel. ......

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...Keep me as the apple of your eye; hide me in the shadow of your wings Psalm 17:8 NIV The Fall Blow leaves, just a few, to feed my eye. One clings to its branch - “Hang on......

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...I'm indulging myself by re-posting this poem from 2017 because it cracks me up and I thought we might laugh together Oh, no, he best not patronize me on Valentines. If I must dramatiz......

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...Yes, my dear friend, It is true, that both the wise and the unwise are after pleasure However, There is a huge difference in the way they secure it: While the foolish is, exclusively, run......

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...I acquire grievous compost in my mind’s glass eye, piles and piles of waste debris lingers- my subconscious feeds my intellect and I am left breathing pure black ash sinister by true nature yet......

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...Death is the great equalizer, it comes for poor and rich alike. We are allotted a finite period of time to exist. Regardless of social standing, death is the great equalizer. There i......

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...The magic gem of curly hair, Procures itself in sodden downpour. Frizz retracts and curls define, Revitalised by heaven's moisture. No brolly required. No wind-swept locks. A long-awaited makeo......

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...A wildflower grows on the cobblestoned streets of this dingy town, Among the dirt and debris left behind by the seasons. A misplaced beauty working her way up among the cracks between the rocks of......

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...When a child if gifted with a book it transforms into a key to unlock the mind. The gate to the secret garden of imagination is pried from its forgiving hinges and the child is free to expand their ......

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...Oh, no, he best not patronize me on Valentines. If I must dramatize appreciation, I shall agonize. Each year, he thinks chocolates will rationalize spending his time guarding the sofa so......

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