Sloe Poems - Poems about Sloe

...there was an old man named McGuinn who liked his women and his sloe gin one night it was said he took both to bed and woke up next day with a sly grin ......

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...Now I see it black, black with a tinge of plum hinting at sloe fruit to come. Soon it will be white, white blossom dazzling from roadside and woods telling us of spring. It offers hope, ......

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...She spilled porridge down her tutu As she drank her mug of wine Sank it in just three swallows And then she wanted mine She wore a pair of dirty ballet shoes Practised plies down the stairs P......

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...oh prunus spinosa you are my delight oh prunus spinosa flowering so white to see this thorn maturing in the autumn hue makes my heart want to sing so full of fruit, deep blue but there i......

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...The clocks have moved forward. The Lyth Bank lanes are primrose studded. Sparky celandines wide open to the sun as winter wanes and lengthening days renew age-old designs. A pre-dawn chorus, eag......

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...Zorba was a friend of mine momentum of lunacy shine insane shrieking lunacy to venture to an exotic island. Let's be free; snip the strap. sardonic heart phratry man Shamans are r......

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...Autumn – Constanza The season that I like the most; who cares for callow, shallow youth? The young know nothing, that’s the truth. With swallows, on their trip engrossed, I, too, feel atavis......

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...Neon vodka splashes into plastic cups. Booze-hounds doze over imaginary throbbing bikes, their noses tucked into studded chests. A thick thighed woman whoops and cusses for no apparent reason,......

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... "Slow Gin and Astral Conversations" A maze me? I’m the architect of my own destiny he beguiled her incessantly from the depths of his bottled up Carceri she ......

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...A chill of Autumn in the air and spider’s webs are everywhere these delicate exquisite works of art such beauty and joy fills my heart Old Man’s beard has just appeared weaving its way through......

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...Evergreen flavored mantras did nothing to purge bitter bile from my lips nor slake the smoldering thirst for a Rosary remedy. Tick-tock petals unfurled one by one as your poppy shed its last sepa......

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...Was a time when passion was in fashion Movie stars and models fairly bubbled As sloe eyes and sexy looks were meant To arouse the psyche that was troubled Then somewhere passion went out of fas......

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...It's the time of butterflies to fly angelic wings drifting hurried by in the powdered blue clouded sky; retrograde illusions left from spring revolving a floating dance upon the wing ventu......

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...Claws step over ear bones, tap on the tin roof. The cabin creaks like an ark. All day winding along a Kentucky ridge line, to lodge a night in a bow-beamed shack. I fry bacon and bread on......

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...Puritans gather in Congress' hallowed halls, faces glum Trampling truth, blowing horns, banging the drum Of blazing envy, wrath and sloe-eyed sleaze Committee member, moralizing minions, o......

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