Tattering Poems - Poems about Tattering

...Rickety rackety rattletrap Ralph Swiftly splattered and splashed his way south Tattering and transferring two trucks in a tunnel Undermining Uncle Uric’s ferocious fire funnel Slickly sideswiping......

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...The angry sea tosses, waves on a jetty of stone, at the edge of the great square. Under a dark and torn sky, the wind screams and moves, lifting the waves of the sea, going thro doors and betwe......

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...THE TREE COULDN'T FLY This lonely desolate tree wanted to fly The southern wind told this strange tree Go up high with the branches and try Catch the sun, free you woul......

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...Monotheists are wrong to aspire toward evangelical control of fear and anger actions and reactions in absence of HolySpirit's loving mindfulness of peace and passion and pleasure, preforming our ......

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...I spend each wakeful night in search of evasive sleep. An unwelcomed vigil denies me peaceful rest. I've need to bury his haunting specter somewhere deep; entombing forever my perpetual un......

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...=Pulpit and the Pews= When she bends She needed you most. You reposed And labelled her- Flagrant eloquent noise. Now perceives wide-awake There and then mews- Nothing to say. Who’s fooling who? ......

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...If i could exhale, really exhale, To expire the rubble of the ages, 1000 years of dread off my belly, and my fingertips once so dainty then could grasp stars and not burn, I dig my face into the di......

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...imagined by others, s/he is approached as the perfect candidate, s/he is that last perfect puzzle piece, which will make the whole monstrosity, complete & not a shred of talent matters, not a shred ......

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...Self-loathing and beating A dark passage placed Beneath the old ways Where darkness dwells Sadness runs rampant And depression reigns I visit this lonesome place At times when I’m down It pays to ......

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...no more small talk to say in numbers walking the trail and these are added up and equal now us on the mountain marsh exploring in the mind's eye glittering like water oozing quicksilvers under th......

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...Black wings are beating a sharp tattoo, A-tattering on your skull. A raven is perched on all of you There is: a bone-white hull. The love of your youth, she floats in mist. Your triumphs and ......

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...Peace was beyond me the other night, violence tested me with painful plight, moseying tricks to loiter and fall, the notions of proper etiquette's crawl, See, violence only acts as fare, to di......

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...I. The rhythm of war is the ancient roll Of the tattering, martial drum, The slick of the boots—and the perfect salutes— The drummer boy’s dum-da-dum. II. The lyrics of war are the usual ......

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...Let them tell the old lie no more For we who went out desolate Desolate returned to the empty shore Laden with wounds that shall not heal Deep mental scars tattering us more Who left our fragmen......

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...A silver plane is writing I...LOVE...YOU Upon that paper called the sky, And someone down below---I'm sure it's true--- Feels lightly winged and high. This missile in my hand writes just the sa......

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