Smelt Poems - Poems about Smelt

...It must have been made and rejected in times grinding gears – a knobby irregularity, a leftover of smelt and dross. This is all there is a gobbet of oven clinker, but behind it I sense crack......

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...Isn’t it odd? All of the little things that remain in our little brains? One day, you’ll be walking down the street, just minding your own business, when suddenly you’ll stop. A sight, ......

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... 5 down..for just 84..what do you do.. try and survive..shut the door..or instead more hardcore jive...out on the lash ..go to town.. On his way to 184..borrowed the crown from the real deal sur......

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...The first heart attack was quite mild: he put it down to indigestion at first, but the pain persisted. Some pills and lectures on lifestyle changes followed the stay in hospital. Yes, he'd try ......

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... Twist on Grimms’ Fairy Tale ‘Cat and Mouse in Partenership’ Clever cat in guise of a friend seduced a timid mouse , inviting her to live in his house pretending to be her spouse......

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...An oval shape—a ghostly pane, A frame of whispers, soft refrain. It hung in quiet, out of view, Where silence slept and shadows grew. I glimpsed “the oval window, a portal to another dimension,......

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... I came back from the dead with petals in my mouth, The grave had taught me silence, the spring had taught me doubt. No angels marked my rising, no trumpets split the sky— Just dust that shook it......

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...a quiet walk  In the graveyard, I walked  I didn't take the dog in case she smelt bones noticed even in death  there are three classes  I was drawn to the famous lies because their place is m......

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...Edvard's exile could not deter the course as it flowed or blood that drove through his body life had to change when the soldiers came bringing tanks and arms of oppression machines of war ......

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...I always feel a twinge of anger, a truck load of guilt, and a dash of sorrow whenever I think of her But mostly nothing at all My guess is all those year of cuts to the bone ingrown toena......

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...Here she is The sunlight that stands on the hut of every man Here she is The mirror of Ojoto Beads Oh! beads are made in her name But she's a heart that flirt with bags of fortune ......

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...I looked into the mirror and the truth stared back it told me I was sold a lie with all the words society was feed a contradiction to the truth bound by the psychological chains of control ......

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...first day of spring sunny and mild as the snow-smelt of hidden greens below a blue sky this weekend len ......

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... Between the silence of a sterile room and a child of grace the sure footed arrival of a God without a face The hourglass of time stills the stage with un-remission <>...

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...Wherever you are, or whatever you do, Let your wind blow free, it is good for you. Sometimes you have to just let rip. Some farts deserve a censorship! To boldly blow where no man blows. Whils......

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