Pushcart Poems - Poems about Pushcart

...Thoughts, they float on rivers, they roam anywhere at all, a joyful heart has risen, invitation from the dawn, misty eye reflection caught, on early morning camera, picture this upon a bridge, ......

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...alkali streets bleed with the dreams of humanity, angels in bootlegged Blahniks flutter wings of dubious intention a silent wisdom of the gods spills empty pockets ... gilded pillars of ......

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...You might perchance think: why this change of heart, But things do change. Not so is from change free, Give me one chance, one chance for a new start. I thought, he cannot think of life sans me......

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...Cadaver, Godiva and Quiver I believe that I've poisoned my liver Pushcart on the ramp fell apart I'm afraid I've damaged my heart Pencil Lead, Interbred, Seeing Red I th......

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...The Pearl from the coal mines The wonderful age of thirty is Sathyaprakash, He’s a vegetable vendor with a pushcart, At the end of the day, as the Sun is setting , He returns home to join his p......

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...Winter by Michael R. Burch The rose of love's bright promise lies torn by her own thorn; her scent was sweet but at her feet the pallid aphids mourn. The lilac of devotion has felt the wi......

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...Everything is still, Everything is virtually quiet on market street I walked slowly down the street listening to a silent song singing from a distance land Then suddenly a strange stench oozin......

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...Though building his own tomb, he’s not insane. His violinist friend’s body lies within a glass box. Violin tunes drizzle over memory. This musical funeral, he finds charming. A corpse a......

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...After the deaths of Tristram and Isolde, a hazel and a honeysuckle grew out of their graves until the branches intertwined and could not be parted. Through our long years of dreaming to......

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...We’d like to think some angel smiling down will watch him as his arm bleeds in the yard, ripped off by dogs, will guide his tipsy steps, his doddering progress through the scarlet house to tell h......

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...At Sunday Market in Srinagar --------------------- My son pulling my arm, Pointing with his finger dragged me To the little (Bihari) boy, Selling toys on a cart In a corner of a busy street. I......

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...Well, bless your cotton-picking heart, she said in that sweet southern way they have of nicely saying dumb fart. Sorry i didn't know your precious art was not Picasso, but paint by num......

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...Here by these shores Salty waves splash Certain and true Sun drenched boats Weathered afloat Forlorn in the wind Noisy seagulls chatter Endless cacophony On jetty rails Sea shell......

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...The LES is still there Spanish people playing dominoes Orthodox and Hasidic people Walking around The years have changed the place There is a nice mural with drawings of the past Jewish life th......

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...Defenders Endangered Citizens unite spirits; choose the better part! Life, God given, stolen by greed’s black-heart. Industry progressed far beyond the pushcart. Thus, setting some selves apa......

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