Stoney Poems - Poems about Stoney

I am just an ordinary bloke, I work quite hard, but I never seem to gain a yard, Which way do I need to turn, How come other people have money to burn, I don't really want that much, Just enough to live with a little to spare, I don't have designer clothes to wear, Just some worn out jeans and some...

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Seeds were sown on fertile soil while SOME FELL upon STONEY GROUND (This is a poem about one of the latter) Oh affluent lady in smart design Scurrying to Tim’s bar to taste of wine But one and all can see beneath the paint Scars that pay heed to a lost soul so taint. Consumption foremost doth addle her mind When desperate...

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the hope of the heart beating fondly never stops God breathe on stone hearts 2/15/22 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022...

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I am dirty I am a molded creature A mammal My heart is fixed My body dirt, my body clay I was made by the hands of a mighty, mighty KING creator of ALL and EVERYTHING I have a beating heart Helps flow my beating parts My heart is flesh Yet my soul is spirit I am dirty I have a cold harden heart Yet still...

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O, and the Sunshine with all of you breathe Your brilliant rays Shown me gray mass Compasses covered lands and green grasses Weather is calm, yet the clouds do rumble It's gonna hit better In this stone, it's stoney weather Stoney weather Has finally brought our love out of the...

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I've traveled a road - barefoot that's paved of spring stones Feeling that occasional lush of warmth on my callused feet. A chilling wind scales my shoulders, reminding me that I've been walking the cold of Winter. Bitter-sweet is the Winter sun, tearing through the snowy clouds with igniting rays that uncomfortably heat my cheeks. Flushed with the embarrassment of not knowing how...

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children threw stones at the steel-gated doors and ran laughing at eyes peeking from tattered shades the white picket fence seemed odd in this sub-division ivy encircled the weather-worn frame wrapping around the smokeless chimney covering the dirty window panes on the house at the corner of sycamore and elm her only company was a cat named puddin a dog named mr. krum a parrot she tried to teach without success to...

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