Stone Deaf Poems - Poems about Stone Deaf

...The distance between the stars is stone deaf. Diamonds die last, stones are blind but all knowing. Man is a blip on a self-made monitor. Sound bites are a poets last resort. ......

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...I have become a moaner, Huffing, puffing, growling, groaner I find it hard to bend and stretch My dog is too old to 'Go fetch' 'You fetch yourself.' my old pooch said. As he snuggled up in his d......

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...It's the 3rd of the month An excellently important day 5 decades or so ago, My parents made a little 'roll in the hay' Tonight, I'm spoiling myself Going out for dinner el solo Down to my fav......

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...We grew our hair down to our shoulders Hirsute we were, moustaches and beards Turned up our noses at those who were older 'Cos we were so hip, so freaky, so weird Revved up our ster......

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...I have reached the ripe old age of 85, Why am I on Earth, still alive When most of my friends are dead Or laying Ga Ga in aged care beds. Why was this Old Duck, Given the luck, To survive When......

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...Spain's Francisco Goya his usp clothed Maja Portraits were a great delight but he became stone-deaf at 48......

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...she was stone deaf and he proposed to her, she heard it not and ignored the offer, Said softly “will you marry me”? “Thank you”she said “I don't drink tea!” a tale of him, her and sound b......

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... A thousand birds in the green could be soon gone, if man does not stop cutting down their tree nests; the streams and lakes ruined the fish woebegone. To developers the animals ar......

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...complete silence as the orchestra had finished the symphony and final applause and salutes had brought down the curtain but the director still staged tunes in the theatre of her mind the cem......

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...Three misfits sought mischief along serenity shore when a boatman slashed through the bluing mist with driftwood oars honed by a river called Styx. They were wild and naive and looked quite agha......

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...Great Britain ! What is actually Great about Britain ? Is it our overriding sense of Virtue ? How we feel it is our God given right to criticize ? Or present our way of life and values to......

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... Prashno (Question): by Rabindranath Tagore Translated by Snehendu Kar. Bhagawan*, from time to time, You’v......

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...Free them O' God! For, the wind is spewed with ashes of hatred, The bilboes that wait to bangle the innocents, Hauling them down the barbed streets, And caging them up, to blaze in iron aviaries.......

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...THE LONGEST DAWN PART 3 H.C.SONNETS There is nothing, everything, pain and joy We can’t go back, struggle on for their sakes A blank sheet to fill, take heed of the ploy Think twice move once ......

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...SLEEP WITH THIS SKY I want to make love to you underneath Aurora's dance, beneath the vail of pink and green that flutters, not by chance. I want to trace your supple lips while clouds boil f......

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