Sarongs Poems - Poems about Sarongs

...These are villanelles by Michael R. Burch and and villanelle-like poems... Villanelle: Trump’s Retribution Resolution by Michael R. Burch My New Year’s resolution? I require your money and ......

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...basking in spring with robin songs verdant leaves in gorgeous green splendour swings in silken sarongs summer retreats in change of scene. among fleeting clouds flowers fade fluttering branch......

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...I am dead to many, a few are dead to me. I am forgotten by young women in green silk sarongs. Some of the dead have taken vows of silence lips forever sealed with amnesia. I have fished Koi......

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...I am dead to many, a few are dead to me. I am forgotten by girls in green silk sarongs. I had been drunk on myself for years, a moonlit mind caught in a teacup. Ghosts usurped my very breath, br......

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...Every song has a story under our big sun Our song we sing forevermore from since a note begun Let us roar from our core, powerful with might Mighty might with delight for others to unite Sing......

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...Punta Cana on my t-shirt, had a wonderful time there Two great weeks of sunny weather with a Caribbean flair Girls in sarongs Latin beat songs A far away world with pure happiness in the ......

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...I am dead to many, a few are dead to me. I am not forgotten by girls in green silk sarongs for they still pour me tea. The dead are drunk on themselves, as I am. I throw up a rope, ......

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...We the People Will disagree On taxation and prosperity On liberty and duty We the People Are every color of Christianity Every Jewish prayer, every song of Islam The puritans, the atheists a......

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...I am dead to many, a few are dead to me. I am not forgotten by girls in green silk sarongs, (though those also might be dead, or dead to me, for in my dreams they still pour me out like ......

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...I Am Your Shadow You literally crawl out of your bed before the sun has come up, Stretching reluctantly, knowing it’s another day on this island earth. So you drag yourself to the john down the ......

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...Tonight, The milk bowl moon comes back. Sitting alongside, on a shadowy bough, The old white owl hoots With its inimitable yoghurt voice. And I hear the familiar eastern winds Blowing in on bli......

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...Is spring ever freaking well going to arrive Bloody hell, it's long overdue, sakes alive Done nothing wrong Wear clean sarongs Well sometimes I neglect to powder my thighs......

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...Punta Cana DR on my t-shirt, had a wonderful time there Two great weeks of sunny weather with a Caribbean flair Girls in sarongs Latin beat songs A far away world with pure happiness in t......

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... Unquotable quotes – II Spare the rod and knife the wife. Empty drums make the most deaf wise. Penny wise Pound English. The Polyester Stomper heals the vain woman’s heel. Eat what you ......

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...Ka-thump-a-loon, my pet raccoon, sings opera in the woods at noon; I love so much to hear him croon. At night he carols to the moon. If you are lucky you might hear the songs he sings most lou......

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