Taverns Poems - Poems about Taverns

...And here we are, on the orbit of our illusions, civilized madmen who have lost their compass, the divine savage in garments of convention, hiding the mysteries of the true soul, living in the sha......

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...**The Next Zimbabwe: A Call to Rise** In lands where dreams were forged in fire, A tale of strength, of fierce desire, From ashes of despair, they’ve learned to climb, Zimbabwe’s spirit s......

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...Bubbling babbling burbling banter from the bar.. Sup hush….memory lane trip...Proustian rush..pleasingly tickled. Plushly ebbed…spidery beer swirls webbed…whirls..down dimpled dappled jar.. ......

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...Busty shaped and large of hip the busy winds of October buffet my brain within its whistling cave. Around the shoulders of every lumpy molehill taverns and tankards bloom in a russet corner ......

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...The sun set upon the hill Leaving meadows in the shade, Trees lost their colour bright As also waters of the lake. Flowers too drooped their heads While silent waters lay still, No shimmering o......

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...Beneath thick trees, where shadows grow, The air grows heavy, the night does call. A flask uncorked, a hand pulls tight, The amber liquid steals the light. Guns rest cold on wooden shelves, Si......

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...I’ve heard it said that poetry is dead But I don’t believe that’s true. It runs in our veins like water to rain Somewhere inside me and you. It’s up in the air, in circles and squares And ocea......

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... The sun set upon the hill Leaving meadows in the shade Trees lost their colour bright As also waters of the lake. Flowers too drooped their heads While silent waters lay still, No shimmering ......

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...The aroma of battle between cheese and charcuterie is in the air, As the red wine flows and cider that tastes like a pear. Rack after rack full of bottles to sip, I race between each place and l......

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... I followed milky and mouldy scents, down cobbled and narrow paths, only to see it riddled with rats, feasting on Feta and Camembert, whilst the wine sipping Uppers prepared to clash against th......

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...As I awakened to the night terrors again it's 3am. I know I'm being monitored in my own home Ciro Gargano installs cameras to watch my every movement in order to know when I write in my journal he br......

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... It's a new day as the hot sun starts, here reporting on the cheese battle. Overnight the wine and cheese taverns, moved in for the cracker spread. The cider & charcuterue shacks, were ......

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...We are born into a world of sublimated madness, calculated with the precision of a broken clock, amid the shattered stained glass of desolate factories, where the echo of emptiness reverberates, in......

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...Oh, land of yearning, soil of the pandemic, Across your bereaved fields, a lone wanderer carries His tattered garment of helplessness, In his steps echoes the cry of the land that cannot comprehen......

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...sitting with a rum i take a pen... and rye-me words hearing anchor duty sailors... 'all call - haul' church be an 'all call hall' for... drivers not hearing answers to their taverns last call......

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