Rag Poems - Poems about Rag

I am highly entertained though I see through the window what lies there: yes, dark cloud hovers above our street like a piece of rag. But we admire contraries. I am entertained because I hear rag - all about pineapple, reflection, stoptime, a paragon, a maple leaf. You would never predict your treasure, how so many of us listen to it today, your music downloaded...

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Rag Doll by Michael R. Burch, circa age 17 On an angry sea a rag doll is tossed back and forth between cruel waves that have marred her easy beauty and ripped away her clothes. And her arms, once smoothly tanned, are gashed and torn and peeling as she dances to the waters’ rockings and reelings. She’s a rag doll now, a toy of the sea, and...

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At first all red We hit the brakes Then amber lights A few mistakes Green for go But take it slow Bite Size no.70 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Line Gauthier...

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Form the habit of using a bag: Along the road hide your ugly rag, About the contents of the bag brag, Ready to lies and arguments drag Or would you like Nasty Tongues to wag: The Press you would have loved to gag… Learn to price bag and pick up the bag: Watchers won’t glimpse in your world your lag, Even as you...

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Rung out before you unfurl the rag It's a muddled mess of colored cotton It's just a mash in your wet hands In that moment it is nothing crumpled nothing But Once unfurled it can again find purpose be useful an agent of change with potential to bring in the light Alter the view remove the aged dust That one rag can change things Clean the...

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Please, refuse the disguised rag That wearer still makes a hag. Be bold to say “No, thank you” While leaving “Later, see you! A coat of curious color That offers the eye pallor, Long threadbare to soonest sag And straight goes into a bag…. Delight not in robe you’ve got, Last wearer had liked it not; Underneath its arms ink blot And on its left breast...

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"All my good is good Filthy as rags from a sewer But justice my Father gleans From my sins He’s has sent His Son He whom shed His blood Shown us His love His grave has forgiven us My goodness, all of my goodness In not enough It took Our Jesus to die for me on the cross" 9/20/22 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr....

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Please, continue with your exercise To sensibly check your goddamned size And profitably win A Painless Prize: For The Sport Body Ounce must not rise; For contests a loss The Bone dries And no blunders in the end seem wise… Please, continue to watch overweight That could make Coveted Prizes wait And Expected Honors arrive late And you leave in melancholic state… In Boxing...

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Sometime after midnight, it had rained Putting out summer’s sultry heat The sky had its face washed clean And wiped the grime off Earth’s soiled feet The dawn is quietly breaking Night lights still glimmer here and there The blue firmament remains cloudless And cool is the mild blowing air The sleeping town is slowly waking up And at this transitional point I look out...

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She was treated like a rag doll Fought over as if she was inanimate They argued about who was going to have her She rolled her eyes They were both clowns. She wandered out of their circus Took off her mask and began taming her own lions One beast at a time Never again thinking about the clowns...

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__________________ RAG BAGGER What is a blowboat which way does the warm wind blow Im lashed to the mast GINSU - KNIFE EASTPORT , MAINE USA ...

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Each of us is given a mission by God that's deemed essential one is protecting the rights of the most vulnerable in society when society socially tramples on these virtues removing values we have the authority from the bowels of the Word to act Marching and praying for the abomination against Justice to end and...

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Daffodil Rag Free, at last free from the desk and that phone – free to run down the stairs and outside! All day I watched spring stretch in the sunshine from the business as usual office upstairs. How easy, how simple, to look at life walking, coughing, running, holding it’s hat. How peacefully sheltered the plate glass tombs keep...

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Rag-picker (Poetic Form :: LaDán ) Initial days of journalism, I got one task to cover the rag-picker's life. Met one boy in street, to learn what's being done. As he talks, felt how life turns so rife. His name was, say Nanku. Let's know strife of life. Knows what to be done. A big bag in hand, no time...

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This is what the local examiner preaches Lynchings, or killing someone by hanging, historically were mostly used by whites against black men in the South beginning in the late 19th century, according to the NAACP. Below my reply in comment How they twist words to suit narrative, lynch mobs were a common practice in Ireland and...

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