Shopkeepers Poems - Poems about Shopkeepers

...unsuccessful humanness The forest he traveled had many narrow paths, there was always something new to see, like the white tree that once wanted to be the biggest to dominate the forest but hubr......Read the rest...

...In Moher Cliffs me wife bought some bling A green stone and Celtic knot ring What trilogy is this? Three circles of bliss? Could it be a sexual thing? Author’s note: This limerick was envision......Read the rest...

...Is Donald Trump a saint or a sinner? This question hangs in bars and in corridors of power This man, Trump, is habitually torn to shreds, by political editors representing the opposition, while......Read the rest...

...Lust's Sickness throws off the yoke, of cure? Defiant in-body, pleasures obscure. A mask, of pride, a lost soul-in vogue capture, a hell-ride in the belly of a beastly whore. The salt crystal......Read the rest...

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...The Morning View from Snappy Shine David J Walker 7 AM and the doors of Snappy Shine Are open The lights turned on for the Artists already at work in Palettes of kiwi and spit ......Read the rest...

...In little towns the big events are locally presented, and every family in the town is usually represented. Shopkeepers shut their doors when a pioneer curls his toes, and if someone’s up to mischi......Read the rest...

...A little girl approached her mother and said to her one day "Santa Claus is not real, that's what all my friends say" Her tears began to well up and she started to cry And said "Mommy, Is San......Read the rest...

...A misty sky hovers over the bay Awaiting the Majestic Princess Suddenly appearing on the horizon Like a garganuan beast plowing Through frothy watery furrows, Eager shopkeepers making ready ......Read the rest...

...A mackerel sky fillets the village then hides it in a breezeless blear. Heads poke out of net drapes sniff and fish behind trawling curtains. Shopkeepers brace for wet dog splatter and spray fr......Read the rest...

...A mackerel sky fillets the village then hides it in a breezeless blear. Heads poke out of net drapes sniff and fish behind trawling curtains. Shopkeepers brace for wet dog splatter and spray fo......Read the rest...

...Crazy Mick the Irishman, with trademark bike and overcoat, wheeling his way back into town, classed as a tarnished silly goat. His hair was long and curly; spoken words barely understood. His mann......Read the rest...

...I own a Korean appliance store Protestors smashed my front door broke all the windows, trashed the floor then stripped the shelves, but there's more to this story than meets the eye I've......Read the rest...

...Liebes-Lied (“Love Song”) by Rainer Maria Rilke loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch How can I withhold my soul so that it doesn’t touch yours? How can I lift mine gently to hig......Read the rest...

...Come, You by Rainer Maria Rilke loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Come, you--the last one I acknowledge; return-- incurable pain searing this physical mesh. As I burned in t......Read the rest...