Tasmanian Devil Poems - Poems about Tasmanian Devil

... Tasmanian Devil like, is how my brain does behave But calm and peace are all that I crave Not seeking material riches, just want internal stillness Can be tiring intermittently fighting an inv......

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...I Some words remain prophetic through time Giving and yielding fruit Like Jeremiah (29:11); Ezekiel on my heart Of wickedness that will shock even me Unless someone heals My heart of stone Isa......

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...The howling could be coyote or wolf The screaming is Tasmanian devil or banshee Wait, is there such a thing? I meant bobcat It is evening now Time for the nocturnal creatures to come out in full......

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...I There is a revelation in nature How does a beast nurse it's future generation? Be it a vulture, wild boar, or Tasmanian Devil Who teaches nature to sit, hungry for a day, on eggs, As reptil......

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...Pups, imps, joeys, wiggling tailed marsupials, hunting in parties of five. Deadly facial cancer has killed lots of us, it’s a wonder I am still alive. I screech when I eat, carrion, my utmost favor......

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...Come here Beautiful, Allow me to take my time and admire your bodacious body Or better yet what I see in front of me Is one of God’s finest pieces of art Relax and unwind, don’t be shy Because......

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...I have travelled through the cluttered corridors of my tired mind countless times. I have reached deep into the dark abyss of my captive soul and in that profoundly disturbing darkness, I went sear......

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...turbulent dark wind... tasmanian devil cloud... rotating descends… 2-13-17......

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...They had gathered at a spooky castle, The moon was full and bright, Located on the Scottish moor The party started late at night. The werewolf was there With his hair done out with gell, Loc......

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...I travelled into my thoughts To somewhere I've never been The horrors that awaited me Took me to our human extreme I cried when I looked through The windows of our past And marvelled at what ......

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...The New Ocean House, back in sixty-eight, Worked as a busboy, left that night late. A very dark night, dark of the moon. Might have been May, may have been June. I climbed on my bike, started i......

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