Rake Poems - Poems about Rake

Written: December 09, 2023 ____________________________________ solitary slope whispers below by the vernacular aphonic with a fierce wind and unbiased rock bucolic vibe is ponderous It's chameleon patois In schizoid iridescence and fluffy sky I decipher everything while trudging uphill as blind Into the mouth of irrational tempest no reason to stay here as haze...

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Rake leaves in a pile As big as my wildest dream Then I jump in it...

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gravel crunchy like carrots except I like them can't say the same for what's grating to shovel grinding to rake and there's over a ton would've bought Thanksgiving got that you have your truck get me some gravel sure why not shoveling gravel like putting up with a fussy baby except I love the baby hot sweaty tired dusty arms shoulders back sore feels good gonna take two loads...

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Leaf Factories or Just Rake The Leaves Without Whining By: Tom Wright 11/25/99 I see leaves, in assorted hues of red, yellow, and rust, reminding me of paint splotches, from the palate of some Grand Master, moving ever slightly with each wind gust. They blanket the ground as color on canvas, and in thought I try to see just how it would be, if God, like man, had...

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winters over now a rake leans on the tree bark let the fun begin....

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Need to rake, rake the underbrush where fallen leaves begin to blow and rush across the forest floors in flutters or lay thick piled in the gutters. Where is that rake with its steel spikes ready and able to eradicate the flight of leaves piled deep and high racing along the horizontal land and sky. Rake, rake,...

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Every used rake should visit the dentist ~ for a possible toothache...

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Had To Rake The Lake What we had to do was rake the lake, And then after that will take a break; Rest for a while; Nails would file; Went home and cake started to bake. Jim Horn...

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deadly hemlock's kiss not on the breeze in her lips... earthly wounds opened. © Harry J Horsman 2014...

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JAKE THE RAKE Jake the rake was a stud among the local crowd ...

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with bamboo rake piling in a heap leaves let go for children to jump in...

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blankets of golden leaves red veined four keep cover the yard dont rake...

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Gone are the days when I sunbathed in ease Drank lemonade, and did what I pleased Betrayed by the Autumn kissed sycamore trees Now ...I'm up to my shoulders in red and gold leaves!...

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he hated fall leaves do fall his spirits too and raking leaves he hated to do but one day he was to learn that evil rake your butt he'll burn he stepped upon the rake's sharp head and holed his sneakers he even bled but just to add insult to injury the handle whipped up and broke his knee...

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