Scraggy Poems - Poems about Scraggy

...~ The fog, it clings the heavens low, a damp and murky sight Where creaking branch and fears bestow, this chilly autumn night The path it winds, a serpentine, a' slither 'lon......

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...Indeed, I declare, I have seen God. However, He emerged and vanished. I was climbing up the hillock to visit the deity. Noticed an aged-man with scraggy structure Sitting cross-legged on the ver......

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... Reverse Engineering a Surreal Eden. To grow a mountain, - - - - - right! In, an old jam jar, yeh right! Of clean soil, Soil! Isn’t that soiled? Such a seed could be, soiled and would be exc......

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..."Ronnie, honey,"Do you really believe that's it all about the numbers as far as our God is concerned?" Asked her concerned husband, Bob. "Yes, Bobby, sweetie pie, I really do and boy oh boy Tomm......

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...Some will tell you, that we hold a paper flower in an endless night - who knows? Some will say only our dreams are awake - who can tell? Do we ride this cosmic river in a leaking boat, or......

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...Again these men comes to mind, Paid to say yes and nay, Lame duck, Canker, ***** rapscallion minds Incorrigible, Political impostors detached from the humdrum of street cries Maggots in honor......

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...A dab here, a splash there vivids and pastels smooth and scraggy spontaneous strokes wrapped in mystery Profound Subtle Silent Divine. Abstract Art. A beam, a flame, A flicker, a f......

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...it was past midnight when werewolf stepped in, through creaking door of derelict dungeon, half moon lit the scraggy forest around, amongst decapitated trees Owl’s sound! foot prints gui......

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...Bonarda?Twenty eight ripples counted , flow? actually, rain drops spare spaces. ?Newcastle darkened by windows, shut,? a longing for short rope. ?Growing window boxes fell?, by taxis and the......

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...A DETOUR TO YPRES, (on returning from a holiday in France 2013) WHAT A WASTE A DIM TARRY SUN CLOSES, THE ERRODED SCRAGGY DAY, IN HIDDEN CORNERS OF SOURED BOGS BROKEN MEN, AND MEMORIES SIT MY DR......

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...Imagine ! Engineering a Surreal Eden. To grow a mountain, imagination right? In, an old jam jar, yeh right! Of clean soil, Soil! Isn’t that soiled? Such a seed could be, soiled and would be e......

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...We came walking blind bends at dusk, An overhanging fig picked fresh. No pavements, just a nervous trust that drivers would skirt our single line. Hugging the roadside with torches lit, Pho......

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...Her hair was scraggy, grease covered, I could see she had no contact with soap for a long time. Her eyes were sunken and dark, I couldn't guess the last REM she experienced. Her coldsore covered ......

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...Skirting church on Puig de Missa, then down the slope towards the river, St Eularia's Rui, with path that winds on to the sea. Past the smelly goats, where poking little fingers get nibbled, and ......

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...Let none say that I did not try, A tragic bundle here I lie, Through half-closed eyes I recognize, Slim shadowy forms flow by. My scraggy mate lies by my side, Loyal to a comfort I provide, A......

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