Sucklings Poems - Poems about Sucklings

...OH MY GRIP I want the firebrand To my taste I want the dagger To my taste I want the bullet To my taste I thirst for blood To my taste I want war at the front of peace I want hate at ......

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...Today, there are no rubber ducks or mother's marigold skirts to hide behind as we once did. In their place, lurking dark and hoary, a bathtub mist updrafts thick with loose spores, and mil......

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...(MAYBE YOU SKIP THIS ONE HUH) All alone, with nothing to think of. But thoughts warning of bad things, to come. Things, you dont want to entertain. Things you really don't want to play the gam......

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...JUNGLES Hear Oh thou weaklings, Listen you old men that still sucks breast, And feeds on food meant for infants, At a certain age, An infant leaves his mother’s bosom and craves for ot......

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...she roams through the ether with uncontained purpose she listens as a mother would for the sound of her new born waking swirling winds of strife begin to shudder her consciousness she surrender......

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...Going for a drive then? What now? Yes. Conglomeration of Mr and Mrs Mooses were sitting near the central reservation on the dual carriage way. They had ordered some fruit, wine, beer, and some mil......

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...Come strutting you tongue-wagging muckrakers. Sit beneath heated helmets, waiting for curls and swirls in you blue hair. Your polished silver will soon be displayed for all to marvel and praise. ......

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...Old servile sleep descends on heavy wings From laden summits wrapped in icy clouds When, glassy-eyed, the owl cold midnight rings And snowy mist the starry light enshrouds. Atop the ancient f......

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...A dull and dreary day here in the metropolis Dark clouds above and a chill in the air What to do to break the monotony? Time to visit Meddle Earth once more The novels a......

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...Its easy to grow bitter while being emptied out.... If this is my calling another verse, being read ? Tearing Indifferent pages from another's, burning book: set aflame their fray Address his beast o......

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...Under the tree in Africa, we sap strength from the songs of the sparrows before sunlight. as we walk to the farm, the morning breeze brush our body from the billowing branches. We pick up our hoes ......

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...All lovely things are part of spring, Each greening, borning, blooming thing. A pansy face, a new made nest, In spring God sends his very best. How can one see and yet not know It's God who ma......

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...Such lovely things are part of spring, Each greening, borning, blooming thing. A pansy face, a new made nest, In spring God sends his very best. How can one see and yet not know, It's ......

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...Little duckie swimming across the lake, making a little duckie wake, trying to get to the other side, head and beak up, full of pride, looking for his mother duckling, and his other sibling suck......

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...All's not about Darfur I've seen it, eerie winds Moonlight through our thatch We kissed round, one *palmie gourd Kigali was but a miss Waist-beads - beats to love Have you heard the......

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