Samovar Poems - Poems about Samovar

...An autumn night. How wondrous is its tranquil stillness, The night breeze gently caresses my face. Sheep is chew, camels cry, dogs bark, All revealing the village’s lively pace. Star......

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...The house is boiled cabbage goose fat, gizzard stew, and beets. Windows steam and simmer, you can write your name on the glass winter or summer. If you can live among rutabaga or borscht; if ......

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...A RATTLING RHYME Hannah McCustopha, married to Mustapha, Couldn’t stop chattering, just like her dear Mama. Yat ta ta Ya ta ta, Na ta ta Na ta ta. That was the cause of Ma’s pa......

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...Really aware brussel sprouts aren't that popular Sprinkled with cheese, to some that's bizarre A treat to die for Soar to heaven's door Should settle down, gonna bust my samovar......

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...A Raw Wish If you come some mid-spring's day Oh! At late afternoon! To here, this lush quiet meadow: Free to the far stony walls, thorny weeds and wood. I shall serve you in samovar steaming t......

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...Witchcraft A dark moth-eaten voice Clinging to my splintered self Where morning......

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...I had heard of Black- beauty From highly learned men And, a twiggy oily figure! I have always appreciated. City-women walk in style Wear stylish and talk in style, A Cow-boy shall ......

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...Was it an early-summer’s fair day’s afternoon He rode his tall white hairy horse To the Rocky Mount’s top And enjoyed in numinous silence The old city’s beautiful view. Or it was a chilly winter’s mo......

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...Inhaling, hushed, from hashed cigars my mind implodes in Malimar where Naiads bathe in caviar - I dream of dwarves and three-eyed tsars. The captive kiss of Princess Ma......

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...crazy electric guitars raping your consciousness bruising your sense of focus like a madman in a defeated village bruising a lonely prostitute and you think you got something to prove and you th......

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...7. the leaf of jack-fruit is luxuriant i can’t remember whether i ever notice the portrait of your face on it there are so many words that are slippery how much rustic is the dust of ......

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