Sooty Poems - Poems about Sooty

...THE BIRD AS I WAS WALKING ALONG THE PIER ONE DAY I PASSED A PILGRIM BIRD GOING BY I HEARD IT CRY OUT A SINGLE WORD STOP! SAID HE AND THAT I DID AND TURNED AROUND TO SEE A STRANGE LOOKIN......

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...Love Unrequested rule, extreme desire Unfair play, selfish will of out of life Drowning, sooty air, life killed by Wants a stable existence with no love for life air love ......

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... Praisin' Kringle, jolly Nick for last minute Christmas smashed-torn gifts. Cause pop-pop suspects dad's stuck again, inside the sooty chimney. ......

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... ‘Twas the night before Christmas and all was quiet Till a very loud noise woke me, sounding like a riot I put on my fluffy slippers and creep down the stairs The lounge door is open, ......

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...That's the Venice door showered with beauty! Where loneliness is daily on duty, By its side, a small pool just sailed two boats, The occupants are most probably ghosts, If they're humans, they mu......

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...Mary had a little lamb. He stepped into some soot, and everywhere that darn lamb went his sooty foot he put. He followed her to school one day, and this I must confess: He got into the classr......

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... sun … glints off sweaty trickles as they plop … plop … little lad’s littler fingers tickling a tide pool’s papery face things of mysterious intention, darting there to here to there … wide......

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...Friendships, wordy scripts, cameras, microphones and venue blips. Call security, no need to be shirty, let's go again.. scene five, take thirty. Action. Cut. Time for tea. The bar is closed but coffe......

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...CLEAN AIR Only a few now recall the London smogs The early Fifties, I think it may have been When a man used to walk ahead of a bus As schoolkids, it was a strange time for us Almost every day......

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... “Darkness does embalm; All things, getting calm, Produce an eerie feeling; Can it serve with a healing?” “Aye, aye, sure, sure! Such feelings do us lure, To approach its end.” “Can we reac......

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...I am from glass globes of roses, from Gardenias and Gerbers. I am from dust floating in the air, caught in winter sun. I am from lilacs that can't be contained, whose fragrance colours early s......

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... It was a harsh, hard going season. “It’s a dying winter, lad,” he said, crunching words around, a gnawed pipe stem. Briefly embers sought a place to disappear. Cinder gray eyes, set deep in......

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...When the river of poetry has dried Like parched clouds waiting for warmth When the rain beats down on emptiness The god of rain demands to be penned I pour myself a glass of wet wine An offer......

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...Winter whirling anxiety upon silent, shadows light sleeping from dawn to dusk. Sky smudged in a raven haze, mist lining paths with a silver shade. The emerald sea freezes like a pastel ice ring r......

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...Sooty black and thin boned, velvet almost, but stringy. Hard to define the shape of a hissing cat that was so soon alive and kicking, but now lies dead on my neighbor's lawn. I would watch i......

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