Repasts Poems - Poems about Repasts

...Come as you are! Bring what you like. A childhood favorite! What you like to make Memories of past repasts Share yours, come together. Expect some chaos, banter, disagreements. Expect polite ......

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...Full of fascination, awe, and strange mystery, a legend from some languishing law history… He cracked open the case to see if credible, when tastes for each other turned to the edible. Valuing ......

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...This time of the year when the cannas sadly droop, Ma is saving kitchen scraps from recent repasts for a hearty winter soup, and decorations go up. Too early I think with the Chr......

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...I have tasted new lands as I’ve traveled this Earth, would leave prejudice (often) with dust shoes pick up. No, not loam like the Dust Bowl knew (God knows our shame), the clear-cutting of forests......

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...“On the Sonnet” by John Keats If by dull rhymes our English must be chained, And, like Andromeda, the Sonnet sweet Fettered, in spite of painéd loveliness; Let us find out, if we must be const......

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...The greatest Poem I ever wrote… the one I just laid down The one to last a thousand years deep in the lost and found With words familiar, feelings stained in blood from echoes past ......

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...in summer it's bright the gloom is shuttered indoors behind the curtains balmy summer nights eating outdoors in the breeze simple dishes bliss the warm summer sea beckons beach goers to s......

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...Sun Furnace desiccating. Man and Beast moving, In crazed circles of Corral Mirages Seeking shade. Moisture-less Sky and Land. Buzzards, certain of, Meat Jerky repasts. Timing air currents, U......

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...Its ghostly, desolate shell reposes atop a craggy tor, Overlooking the restless sea on England's venerable shore! Though its walls have withstood the ravages of countless ages, Its name and former ma......

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...The stories I could tell and having told of trials which would led thee upon a well worn path within the skin and to the core the soul through torrid memories of the long lost past. I'd speak of Jos......

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...The skillet hung near the old wood-burning kitchen stove. Aside from her family, Mom considered it a special trove. With that blackened old pan she prepared delicious repasts, That in my judicious......

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...She sits among the flowers on the ground. A young flower amid a bed of thorns. Genteel on this conspicuous platform, with flowers gathered closely all around. She baptizes with water from her han......

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