Rind Poems - Poems about Rind

I woke up from my slumber, I even wear a cucumber, I heard a timber, What is simmer, I don't have a glitter, I know how to make it better, With enough of sluther, I am not a chatter, My mind is not cluttered, I admired a butler, I am not honoured to be sudder, A sudden beat to my heart, I want to make it last, A...

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red meat that is so sweet and yellow that's quite mellow but before you imbibe, make sure black seeds are inside from verdant fields to homely tables to big juicers and smooth blenders waste not, want not how about a nice jolt of citrulline? a flow of rind divine to the bloodstream a marvelous gift to man pulling the pressure down and...

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Life was hard when growing up cus I was poor. Farm work always needed doing, chore after chore, wearin' hand-me-downs, never gettin' new toys. No time for playin' with friends, like other boys. They made fun of me for pickin' melons and corn, but it was the world into which I had been born. It wasn't easy gettin' by, those days...

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Well I was feeling stir crazy and I needed to move All juiced up you could say, with something to prove So I strapped a helmet to my melon and headed for the door No telling where I was heading, just feet to the floor I hopped on my bike, closed my eyes and sped away Letting go of all...

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BLACK RIND The scorching sun can’t dilute it’s tone The tears neither can wash the dark away No cream does the blackening, it’s indigenous Insects and flies pose no harm to the tar. The colour that defines majesty and endurance The complexion that holds the magic The magic that pans deleterious effulgence Being in forests, deserts, ice grounds………., The magic still remains ...

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We breathe the same air and split the same bed We share a last name in silent lament The children are out new grandchildren named But frozen emotion has left us both lame The sins of the one to the other are death In terminal sorrow we take our last breaths Time has no answer ...

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A bitter rind of sorrow encapsulates my heart: it insulates; it separates. Insensitive the laughing throng regurgitates their song, unknowing and uncaring, blindly shoving me along. A bitter rind of sorrow encapsulates my heart. Copyright, 4/28/2014 Faye Gibson...

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Blocked in my bonded mind I am trying to get away Trying to peel away this rind Left in nothing but dismay I am thickened in the skull My shell is very thick And quite a nut to hull You may need to use a stick My mind is a loose cannon Like a bomb set to blow Just like that Roy O’Bannon From Jackies movie...

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