Tarps Poems - Poems about Tarps

...few colors, but green a Fall stand out spotty, the Southern reds beautifully shaped teeny, not trite the fallen up North, pleased by ample leaves the tumbler of hues crimson and gold......

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...Drills are buzzing, hammers banging; Men on ladders, tool kits hanging. Renovation’s going on and Waiting is the key. Dumpster’s filling, scraps are flying; Things look messy, no denying. Re......

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...Rain slipped in sliding on the din just passed dark came midnight sparks before the light of morning sun, spits and spats, tips and taps, lulls and dulls, sputtered mutters culls, on......

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...The 36% Poem I recall going to the stained-glass church as a child and wishing the Jesus statue would move, that he would just step down from that hanging cross and walk among us, casting drop......

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...It means the world to me when you applaud my beauty robbing me of insecurity, while abandoning smiling wanton vixens of haste fixate brown eyes of lure beyond the heavens; for me just for ......

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... Flutes, ahead laying the routes Oboes they off to Villalobos Harps, dusting off vessel tarps Violin silenced by engine din Cello, matching the revving bellow Piano sad in the canoe......

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...Aspen, ponderosa pine, blue spruce pink glacier-cut rock, scree, ravens gray jay, peregrine falcon, hawk. We climb to 11,000 feet in three days, camp at Lawn Lake for three days. Alpine tundr......

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...The illicit use of ******** Has reached a new plateau It has fertilized the market By the boys that run the show The mush cannot consider muse As the handshakes turn to hugs The compliments a......

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...LUKE Frank Halliwell It seems a year or two at most that Luke has been around, But nine have passed since first I spied him at......

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...Experiment, the worth of kings, no bonafide adventuring not impinge, glory, noticing, the trial of "over" ~ SING, BUT SING! And over, 'til the mode be right, that last decision, still up tight......

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...Blue tarps and pink foam. That's all some people have to call home. This is what they use to cope. They do their best not to lose hope. Within the span from sun to moon. They continue to pray ......

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...Lift up the tarps Let the stubborn rain in Wind up the roof Watch the lightning begin Mud up the feet In the dance of the wilderness Twist brooding trees in a moment of dizziness Spin all the......

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