Rutted Poems - Poems about Rutted

...Phobia? Irrational? When was that the case? Empire, art thou factional? Fractioned by the chase? Satisfaction? Where to find? Thousand-faced, age-lined? Freedom lurking in thy mind? How the ......

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...His dog stops often to sniff the scuffed turf of this recreation park. It smells last Sunday's soccer game, by tracing the sweaty play, the spots where the spinning ball slid crazily, through ......

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...Picking imprints from everywhere, Let all the woods your footprint bear, Take off, nag at no rutted tract, What if some rickety ways stare. Throw to winds every needless care, Let no head wind......

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...Life’s Jackdaws I wish it were now! Yes now!? ?Seven tens and two years further along, like that dead headed summer garden, you know the song, you a long time gone, In your eyes I saw all the answ......

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... The shiny, silver gleam of wheel polished railway lines have been dulled by a thick scab of rust. Weeds have colonized the stoney ballast, the wooden sleepers have rotted away to dust. The ......

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... Written: May 6th 2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It's tough to revel in delight, but I grew! Dreams rouse me, not in an aphonic view. Nature provides her......

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...I lie and think..? And think then dream..On how it will end? What will be the scenes? The die is cast..' So many now Know.! Many more will soon, and that will show.' Will they Lose some more.? Do ......

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...She sinks into her threadbare cushion on the aged-old rocker she huddles in daily placing her thin-skinned arms cold to the touch upon the arm rail darkened from the oil of her skin Creaks and......

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...Psychologically still thirteen Ordinarily meaning pre Internet days familiarization with me would entail bringing the avid listener into my private mancave hideaways less a physical place th......

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... The wind blows across empty cattle yards and tailing mounds from old copper mines, across open spaces that spread beyond boundary fences and the reach of railway lines, way out past t......

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...There was a day once when the factory boys took to a rusty van driving through the early morning dark to play soccer on a muddy field. Our team was called. now let me think, does it matter th......

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...(On the road to Kailash, Tibet, 2009) There and Back Again Pilgrimage An ideal place Seen through An ideal lens And so we go! The journey of all souls In endless procession To......

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...An old man plods slowly down the rutted middle Of an ancient dusty country lane, unmindful of his steps. His calloused sandaled feet know the way, As he has trodden this path to market for decades......

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...Where art thou anonymous benefactor...to offer me succor? Ah... methinks legal tender could be a boon to help me bolster mein kampf with necessary material equipage, which prospect to acquire......

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...Upon this rock, was my fate etched By the hands of Akooke Olemo. I lingered on her laps like mummy’s boy, Though my own blood at me, distantly beckoned. Her Martian hand nurtured and nourished m......

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