Sweated Poems - Poems about Sweated

...These are English translations/modernizations of Medieval poems written in Old English and/or Middle English. The Maiden’s Song aka The Bridal Morn anonymous Medieval lyric translation by Mich......

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...Which words soothe You know the ones that cool temperatures And bring that smile to the face of busy days Overworked and overlooked They fall out of minds A jumbled cornucopia that somehow rea......

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..."I have been a stranger in a strange land." Bible, Exodus 2:22 The compass whirrs. North toward rock, south toward sand. East toward ice, and west toward river. Like a game of spin the bottl......

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...Am I allowed to touch the blue of the magazine? When stars otherwise kiss the somberness of the night? Am I allowed to collect clouds in their ephemeral charm And restore them their delectable del......

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...UNDERBELLIES What underbelly is this containing quiet grasping greed for my magical sword gifted to me by St Michael ? What underbelly is this that deciphers my Heart thro......

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...Plank or axle Poem Lionel Derbyshire Two lad's halted child And men mature bolted out One chose the plank The other the axle They laboured hard For the slog on commission They had to do T......

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...I like your new outfit You look really smart mate One could almost say You're a real fashion plate. Wearing new clothes can give You real bird pulling power. Over in Bangladesh they pay Just f......

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...After years of aimless wanderings, Leaving behind the cities of midnight revels, And the fevered journey in metro rails, I am back at the land of my people. Wherever I went, under w......

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... Written: November 28, 2023 _________________________________________ In my last prayer, words and dreams merge, My concepts have changed as a brittle verge. Such a rainb......

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...A day when nothing happened It was a harmless morning my old friends had married When I was at sea, a boiled egg for breakfast took the bus to the docks, I had a dingy there and tried my luck f......

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...I woke up drenched in sweat Sometimes that feels like a purge I'm sure it's just linked to summer and the wrong choice of pyjamas, but I felt better I spoke and the things that were unheard yester......

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...If By Byron Juno If women MUST die Then Atieno would die first If children were to forage Then Atieno's would forage forever If women were to walk necked Then Atieno's would walk throughout......

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...I remember long ago Every year we would go Northern Mississippi a piece from Tupelo Ackers of land My childhood did know Children of the daughters in our grandmothers trust every summer w......

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...I'm told that I'm supposed to write a sonnet, It isn't something I could ever do; I know I'd rather shop to buy a bonnet; A size six foot won't fit a size five shoe. I look and see how little......

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...A little back story - I DREAMED OF THIS YESTERDAY AND WOKE UP TO THIS MORNING. THIS IS A FRESH REAL LIFE DREAM I had a dream I wonder if I should call it a nightmore My world's your p......

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