Spare Poems - Poems about Spare

birds often have a spare-row flying somewhere in the flock extra eyes and ears benefit survival with respect numbers in this or that tree grove with residential birdfeeders ten birdfeeders running actively almost all of the year great for photography and perfect when reading/writing poetry and philosophy mathematics and counting time len ...

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...'wowza' again... a spare row of creatures take... their last step every minute of... time any where and become food... yesterday i saw a hawk take a... sparrow feeding in the front hedge... just a half hour ago another got nailed... while i watched so the mystery is gone... sparrows will land on your shoulder because... hawks avoid us and so we're predatory protection.... len ...

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We must de-industrialise i hear..By some pallid strange Specimens; let this be clear' in order to devolve to sustain' We must resort to mass slaughter? Oh the idiocy.' And such Strain the cattle are creating co2.. its the stuff of creation And part of it.' Is that not true.? Yet still we must strive to Mine lithium ore..Quite a...

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Antisemitism is back in vogue thanks to a world gone rogue Some say it’s a fairly recent disease spare me the laughter please It’s been around ever since Patriarchal Days infecting all...

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Can ya spare a little change? Purple pleaser, are you a teaser? I like to flatulate on the bench Where others have eaten their noonday lunch. I say, can you spare a little change? Clouds race by, I wonder whose winning, Who will reach the noonday sun, first? I could use a little change around...

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I heard you correct The first time All you ever initially asked for Was buddy can you spare a dime But thinking I am so kind I pulled out and offered you A $100 dollar bill note instead Honestly I think for the sole reason because So I could lord and let myself And believe my goodness Go to my head So buddy...

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Back in the early '50s, my Dad believed in, "Spare the rod, spoil a child," his lesson seeping in. As a young growing kid, I longed for playtime's call, Believing in the joy of games, both indoors and outdoors, I stood tall. Mornings meant waking up to breakfast's warm delight, Then off to the playing field, where dreams took flight. Soccer...

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A long stare at one is plain insult: I’ve never done that to an adult, Even one in his dying Renault, Badly harassing him with some fault, Wanting to end up in their own vault Or owner dispatch to his own vault… But should one adult spare insults, Who has been offering open assaults And could on a youth use catapults With all...

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For marriage would you seek out a pair? I humbly suggest you make it fair Bald head rejoices over long hair, A guy of stout builds a woman spare; The bloke with bad eyesight who can stare, The man always stern any spouse fair… For wedlock, someone with triple chin Should excuse a wife with a strange skin, Women with tongues like the...

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We suffer in silence yet our hearts bleed out loud. We cry in agony yet we scream in vain We hope our hearts, keep our secrets sealed yet my eyes reveal what my hearts trys to conceal. We fight for strength We battle for bravery When our soul tires we pray for release We bruise our heads, We cut our heals, we grieve for those we love. I...

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Views rather point to Nixon, By far handsomer Jackson! Nixon’s swollen cheeks did grieve But views should this to me leave… If Nixon owned ugly face, Did the rest of him show trace? A Beauty Judge would face praise But owner ‘Not The Crowned’ says; “Had Straight Legs swapped for The Curved And not Flat Tummy eyes served… Back I’ll go to the buddy, For his...

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I thought getting it out would help me within; But sometimes when I hear my words, I become absolutely catatonic. It's like I created a safe room inside of my head, a place where I now go when I remember she's dead. A room with no windows, the walls smeared with sadness. A suffocating force,...

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Fear,spare me tonight. Allow me to feel for the first time this night, That what I am about to do is right. Or that what I'm yet to face will be alright. Let go of my hand that you're holding so tight, That at day break,all in my heart is delight. May I have the hopes that tomorrow will be bright, For...

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Hey! There is this thing we have neglected. That a boy is human. Susceptible to lots of danger. He always succumbs to a lot of peril. Spare that boy. From their sprouting age. Subjected to trials. I'm talking about their care givers. The maidservants. Spare that boy. Boys are raped day after day. No one talks about that. You perceive it to be normal. Poor boychild, where did the...

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Spare me the agonizing of disaffected trolls Who find nothing of substance worthy of note, Desperately seeking a modicum of control Their unconcealed nastiness a matter of rote. Have they nothing better to do with their time Than to criticize the successes of legitimate poets Who, themselves, have difficulty making a rhyme, But coming up with a dig, they promptly throw it. Let’s...

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