Trowel Poems - Poems about Trowel

...To be a burden means to not use the tools strewn about. The rusty trowel and bucket filled with half-thoughts. Be a burden. Your words are just wailing and buzzing at us. I can be a burden. ......

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... Grook He who believes the world will end by fire, global warming and rising waters will prove a liar. Honest Anthropologist From his peers came a howl when a famous anthropologist c......

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...Always messing up When I feel so upset Going all in way too hard To lose another stupid bet Losing all my hard earned money Yet again I am robbed blind At this point it’s all quite funny I h......

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...From this angle the bushes do not conceal them. Are they hinged or unhinging? Each body is a prison gate for the other, both seem stuck together by a pungent lip spit. Feathering fingers pulse-pl......

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...Prelude to what….. I see you, / you / yes, come into my…… laboratory of alchemist mystical languaging. where arsenic spills into the whirlpool of thought and savage syntax shatter li......

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...Is your house built out of certainty are the walls made thin or stout Is your mind filled up with questions do you live in fear or doubt Is your spirit free or servile is your will unchained......

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...We are all part of the political landscape, And from that there is no escape, Even if on the moonscape. We do however have the power to change that landscape, If we do not bow and scrape, But......

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...savoured the roses in the garden especially the climbing variety because they had no bounds and therefore represented the wild passion of change the juice of fresh blackberries ran down as h......

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...I prefer to gaze at my Eden through this veil of screens. There, the miracle of sun and bloom explodes with delight over my stoned edges. But...ponder me first before venturing once more unto ......

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...As we ate on the 33rd floor " his eyes shifted " " the feather lifted " and I knew once more " ten keys " are his way to a door... " my trowel " is for Phi! and the measure ......

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...my garden in a Spanish town is overgrown with weeds due to lack of time and purpose one thing that grows is beautiful lemons too many to make lemonade for me and my wife when life overburdens......

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...Those seeds you plant are positively primitive, almost nothing at all. You can eat them from the palm of your soulful hand. You can look at them, greedily hide them - close them up in your tight fist......

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...Sunlight entered the aquamarine potting shed from the east Beating the master gardener by a few minutes or steps Ruffled marigold seeds were waiting to be planted in seedling trays It was March th......

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...A. Mater of Mine said Water to Wine is a dated riddle... The founders who are fathers made a matter of time so Mother buttered embers in bated rhymes... " they're bread for this......

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...pernicious weeds a metaphor for wild growth inside my mind and soul dandelion mating with brambles wild cats’ rampant Rubus grinding teeth and thorns reason guides the trowel for emotion......

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