Scrubby Poems - Poems about Scrubby

... Madmen leaked a rash of sky-blue puddle; fatally cloistered the hat-flu's hubble - To wit: - the half-time half-life smile of she and the other half-wonder of me. Far far ready to say m......

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...The strangest and weirdest vision flashed across the purple wall painted by a scrubby rascal, where a blood-stained altar was used to offer humans to Satan; the eulogy dedicated to the next vict......

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...My Tired And Lost Soul Next This Wise Advice Out It Screams As harder blown dry winds skulk among oldest granite stones And the spitting sun flamed the mass of white desert sand I trekked alone,......

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...I. He was riding south from Boise, having split from the other men, they’d got together for this job, would not see each other again. It was much safer doing that, thought Reg as he sat on hi......

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... Some see a scrubby, stunted wood; the pure heart sees a pond. A vision cast into the could - the gift to look beyond… And though the plan has not converged quite fully in my head, I......

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...Fog The fog lies deep, Deep as a whisper, On Sengekontacket pond, The far shore only a Charcoal smudge Engulfed in smoky gray. At left, the scrubby dunes Hunch dark along the road. The s......

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...The steel and glass reach to the sky, the ground covered in man-made stone, there are always people everywhere, they scurry ‘bout while on their phones. They call this place the ‘Big Apple,’ but......

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...I am an Outlander Who lives on a high hill Overlooking a man-made lake That once was a rapidly rushing river Along whose banks the Ozarks Bluff Dwellers and the Osage and then Delaware Hunted, f......

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...Peter a farmer from Scrubby Creek, Seldom washed his great big feet, His fed up wife would complain About the odorous strain When in summer it reached its peek.......

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...I Am The Artist Of My Life Aloft the hills I sit The world behind The clear sky above I, my master, And my soulful thoughts Reaching nothingness. So what is this life all about? I continu......

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...While crossing barrens last December night I saw a ghost in the scrubby growth of trees He was standing a strawman and I was in fright In the gibbous moon's diffident light. The world was an ......

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...while hills taunt us with scrubby tufts of green the long fingers of the sun stroke the horizon a jet splits the sky with a cloudy tail rattling the window's glass and my reflection ......

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...In the vast deserts life struggles clinging on by their toe nails short scrubby plants poke out a hot haven for scorpions See the marks in the red sand of where a snake slithered by side winding its......

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...Nestled deep in the tawny, drab woodland Sedate cottage neither haughty nor grand Sparse hovel of unassuming, itinerant brigand Martial decor of detached highwayman starkly bland The etched path scul......

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...Mountaintops Mountaintops – Barren rocks, Scrubby brush, Nothing grows there. Valley view – From mountaintop, Lush, green growth, Teeming life. People can’t grow on a mountaintop. We grow in the v......

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