Row Poems - Poems about Row

birds often have a spare-row flying somewhere in the flock extra eyes and ears benefit survival with respect numbers in this or that tree grove with residential birdfeeders ten birdfeeders running actively almost all of the year great for photography and perfect when reading/writing poetry and philosophy mathematics and counting time len ...

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...'wowza' again... a spare row of creatures take... their last step every minute of... time any where and become food... yesterday i saw a hawk take a... sparrow feeding in the front hedge... just a half hour ago another got nailed... while i watched so the mystery is gone... sparrows will land on your shoulder because... hawks avoid us and so we're predatory protection.... len ...

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A double murderer Shot before a firing squad Justice or revenge? An eye for an eye So, the old law book conveys Punishment for sin Society’s way To rid town square of wrongs Yet, death row awaits The hangman stands by The masses don’t know his name Pulls the trap door latch The cycle repeats With no real decrease in crime No one ever wins Justice will make...

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I think my muse hates exercise; she flees whenever I row. A three day streak on the water: the verse refuses to flow. I’m not quite sure what the deal is, why it’s either this or that. Perhaps she carries a little weight and thus prefers me fat?...

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In a crowded room filled with high society, and In the facade of decadence, plays the Back Street Symphony Winos falling asleep covered in yesterdays news A lone saxaphone player, playing the blues Neon signs and desinger lines are giving him his cues He says "I've paid my dues" I've got front row tickets to mainstreet Walkin' by, don't know who you'll...

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We went to the movies, just for a lark. It was so romantic, there in the dark. Now, if I told you I met her inside, You would think I was being mean no doubt. But the reason we couldn’t meet outside Was to make sure her husband didn’t find out. ...

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Has anyone seen a heart, looking for its owner? lost mine short while ago jilted in the third row before the finale notch seven, her tally Has anyone found a heart? Surely no one wants two knowing what hearts go through, unless one takes them apart, her main feature from the start -- Please, someone call the Maitre D with a flashlight for losers like me...

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An ignorant duck breeder with a moat Put off repairing his dingy to float And he doesn’t yet know Getting his ducks in a row Means more than getting his ducks in a row-boat ...

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Row, row, row your boat And Pray to God she floats, Because not all streams are gentle. And some dreams become nightmares; Or leave us crying with wide-eyed stares, Or take away our sleep and make us worry, turning merrily, merrily to sorry, sorry. ...

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Back and forth the monkey paces Alone is his small backyard cage. He did not make his cramped cage, But the small cage makes him. Far away, he sees children in a park Running free and laughing. He also sees birds flying free And singing far from his small cage. But in his barred cramped world,...

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The windows are closing in, and gaps are getting thin, mankind has paid the sacrifice for useless pollution on the surface of the earth and their lungs are filled with dirt. I look above the benevolent sky and search for the big lie, Fossil Fuels supply eighty four percent of the world’s energy and...

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ROW THE BOAT Mild breeze to blow. ...

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in my colourful world of lego, there was once a clash of big egos, postman and fireman blocked road halfway! Pat and Sam two old friends had a fray! Sam said as fireman, he had the right, Pat said I agree there is no fight! My van has stopped with front flat tyre, would not block your way to a fire! shall guide...

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Born of perdition’s rage and damnation his life was spent in vain Orphaned by every dead-end street where darkness hides the greatest pain Fear his lone relation among shadows with no escape Living disowned on burial row cursing each gravestone —dying in place (The New Room: September, 2023)...

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