Scouting Poems - Poems about Scouting

...From the lofty snowcapped peaks of Kilimanjaro The morning mist envelopes its verdant foothills in a tight embrace, No need to hurry, this is not a race, Beads of sunlight dancing across the glis......

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...Earthlings are pink and furry, they look like yetis spaceman said. The king of Utombbiblia rolled his three eyes under his head. That’s not the report I got from the last two missions, weirdly enou......

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... Damaging winds whip and slash, whirling wild, drenching rain, Roads decimated come to standstill, as gushing floods reign, Inundating swollen terrains, roiling deluge of a tenebrous day, As tree......

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... Honeysuckle breathes in the shallow wind, Life's lapel, with a side of ground scouting gopher. Great rusted machines peak the interest of the flower children who blossom in t......

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...So what was it you wanted? I need you to be honest, I'm tired of all the pouting, So I'm getting geared up and going out scouting. In bound and determined, To stop all this damn hurtin. Stand u......

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...Right here and there I never wanted to be alive This living thing traps my emotions Turning them into devotion I can never tell If this is really what I planned for Or something that everyone w......

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...(A little slice of paradise, 2021) A Good Day to Die Every time I go climbing I think, “This could be the day I die.” I also think this when driving in really bad conditions or when fl......

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...Self help addict needles unsuspecting reader Expounded late today April 27th, 2023 since being written countless years ago maybe a baker's dozen as thee doodling cock doth crow scouting abo......

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...War Devastation, pessimism Scouting, hunting, killing Country, hate, self, love Meditating, praying, relaxing Goodwill, optimism Peace......

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...The ancients honored you in their cultures Mythology crowned Jataya, King Of Vultures Obligate scavengers, you conduct your foray Toward putrid carcass of what will be your prey Dead bodies, ......

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...I gat no ing job All I do is place a daring bet Sometimes I hit the big stone with my toe While if luck gat my back, it catapults me like a jet Madness permits corncob Yet remain hopeful to h......

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...GUN VIOLENCE BLUES - corrected They built a gun-violence memorial in a god-forsaken corner of my struggling city A collaborative effort of a few academics, a handful of neighbors, a preache......

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...GUN VIOLENCE BLUES They built a gun-violence memorial in a god-forsaken corner of my struggling city A collaborative effort of a few academics, a handful of neighbors, a preacher or two, ......

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...Introduction: once again I incorporate my trademark penchant to fabricate fictitiously portions of the following poetic endeavor can you care to discern fact from fiction? Attempts at life......

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...Joyce Kilmer, who’s most famous poem is Trees, was killed by a sniper’s bullet July 30, 1918 while scouting in France during the first world war. Which leads me to wonder what he might have written......

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