Pulped Poems - Poems about Pulped

... An orange’s tale is quite grim At the hands of a man’s whim; Just when the juice is at its best, It’s either pressed or pulped to zest. This sacrifice is not in vain - For every ......

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...The world of recycling is here to stay You cannot dispose of your garbage today All is recycled and all is made fresh Paper is pulped and reused by the press Metal is molten, turned into hot juic......

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...October: I'm eighteen, shortcutting home through an autumn-burnished churchyard - copper-lustred leaves, moss-skinned stone - a jaunty swing of skater skirt and arm, college folder square-sturdy ......

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...The Faller He stands at the edge of a tall mountain looking down the sheer drop. Seconds pass. The man jumps! Nothing stops his fall. Rocks smash his frail limbs like matchsticks. End ove......

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...A clatter of human hooves drums on through an after- dawn marketplace… the wide tunnel of mouths reel from the splintered chorus of jangled tunes bargaining and rattling papaya, arabica......

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...PATIENCE There she stands alone All seasons she’s been there. The rain doused her beauty The sun pulped her caput Harmattan shroud her wit And circadian ambiance Robbed her Regard. Her ......

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...I hover long and wide tracing the half-sunk calligraphy of my own hands on scrolls bending and spilling words to shape a raw, poetic voice... yet the gaps between dawn and twilight ......

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...Moaning gently her splendours opening wide The grove of our joy and heavenly melodies Sweetened rhapsody her ripened rising... Melting their flavours flowing into my heart Her love my love caressin......

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...Fealty's door was satin stained Durable wood pulped from reliable strain With blithe trim and decadent frills overlain Lofty mantle Love's precedence to ordain Interior with taut, strong fibers ingra......

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...Our Sid felt well-jaded his sweat, it cascaded he feared the end was well-nigh his head was a-pounding a hush ultra-sounding he all but stared death in the eye Steadily declining whinging and......

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...Sensations mounting whirling heights To close my ardent joyful eyes And feed upon her peach delight ~ Nectars promise, of pulped divine.... Distill these drops extracting time Upon my ......

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...* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Sensations mounting whirling heights * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * To close my ardent joyful eyes * * *......

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...In the field of thoughts two teams rallied their troops Banners held aloft, The front runners tense but ready Around the side, Over the top, Up and around in loops No referee to oversee this enc......

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...Words for writing, with pen and ink on pulped tree products that makes jobs. Live life in pursuit of happiness and basic freedoms given by our constitution. If truth is suppressed, and all citizens......

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