Trusses Poems - Poems about Trusses

... The Butterfly By Mystic Rose As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue Lifting her w......

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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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...In the mists of the giant bark beneath rise old growth saplings out of crag and earth, where tumbles an ancient evergreen leaf from that marvel of great and splendid girth. That footing s......

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...Dice and pieces, blown on trusses Numbers and feathers, trots and roaming Spice with dashes, thrown in sashes Dots and wreaths, clots and breaths reeming......

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...Tired timbers creak and groan; lonely bones now brittle, once proud and strong when bearing the harvest weight. The wagons and muscular engines were no burden for my young and supple limbs. ......

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...A spark erupts, setting alight a formidable flame. Casting ascending vivid flickers of amber gleaming. Ignited fervor, unbeknownst from whence it came. The ominous blaze glares through the windows......

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...In a remote village I recently visited, houses with tin roofs over wooden trusses, ekra bamboo walls, mud plastered and humble. At the roadside, a community water tab stands, a lifeline ......

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...The gated wall they stood before No timber seemed awake to them; no splinter stirred amidst the wood, the nails now rusty in their beds, where once brave Knights had deftly trod on mounted......

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...What nights began at dawn For the day is strained to end with the setting of the Sun Lonely nights have women To be less than perfect angels Days eager end leaves her cold Must these strange......

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...just a tad bit little late but still in a way migrating my grating worked on work nerves are severed several even oddly have died being cut off and left right where they were i......

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...Cursed be the evening, in which anger and despair lead to mourning perpetually under the night's chilly air To rise when the eyes see, the sun's gaze upon the earth is unwishful to one who se......

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... I watched you this morning. When the cool of the air settled on the morning buds leaving only the hint of moist stolen kisses as golden rays slowly caressed the dew from the petal......

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...Seraph ( sonnet ) Oh Seraph loving celestial being Through clouds you tiptoed ,finger playing harp strings Long and short stroking , affecting my heartstrings Fine looking maiden with ......

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...Far, far way you've gone beyond worlds that divided us in a time I cannot shape or mold-- just shadows, just shadows of you that now visions barely see the pewter breeze combing you......

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...I've spanned these banks for many years, made evident in the rusty tin adorning my roof My sides are scarred , colors been stripped from angry storms through hundreds of seasons. My river bed ......

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