Tumbledown Poems - Poems about Tumbledown

...The Magnificent Mountains of Maine Mount Katahdin, Maine’s tallest peak beckons to those who challenge seek. and to the dare-devilish kind, White Cap Mountain will blow their mind. Though n......

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...I showed you my blood stained hands; And you held them. You saw my teeth bared, My fists clenched, Yet your eyes gazed into mine with the same love. You saw me filled with rue and vengeance; An......

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...Rolling clouds over rolling hills. Kentucky is winding it roads out in endless curves. No hurry, this journey drives me through its curling landscape as a self-reading picture book of racial mem......

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...Follow the red dirt road. Take it slow, walk it, this is not an exploration nor a pilgrimage, it is a short tour around the beginning of an idea and its end. Move along past the few rural h......

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...Long, long ago in a land far away, they lived a wise old woman who talked to the trees. She had a little crooked back and wobbly knees. She lived in a tiny tumbledown shack, and her name was ......

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...In a place many others often dread Near the hollowed trees, and the haunted seas She glides along the tumbledown cemetery Deep down knowing those who are no longer living Th......

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...Myrtle Parker Myrtle Parker lived on the Riviera, That’s the English one not the French. Her favourite tipple is Red Currant Cider, Only beverage her thirst would quench. Never did she marry......

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...She has a tumbledown deck, a creaky rocker. Dandelion seeds carry memories from one neglected garden patch to another. She’s not that old, but her wine has mulled, a hard sun has scoured her feat......

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...DILAPIDATED GLOBE A weary pneuma bleeds Tears of the miserable The poverty-stricken tumbledown The opulence shows gusto. At the sight of the indigent But very penurious in helping... The......

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...I not sure I’ll renew my poet’s license this year, most of the keepers have been kept with the biggest ones caught, stuffed and hung on the walls of tumbledown fishing lodges. Although there are......

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...fear seems to be the cause du jour fear if it all just ended shapes us like quivering jello molds fear of the landline tapping into our heads fear of the landmine careless gifts from the feds......

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...He sleeps late because the milk cows have dried up and the bulls long slaughtered. There are no cowboys in the bunk house just a couple of old chickens pecking the dirt floor, they produce, at ......

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...She has a tumbledown deck, a creaky rocker. Dandelion seeds carry memories from one neglected garden patch to another. She’s not old, but her wine has mulled, the sun has scoured her face into a ......

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...Howami? hmm... good question, but for some unknown reason more tired than usual..., without daily twenty four hours proper rest, I feel haggard. I strongly suspect (a hunch acquired upon retu......

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...Somewhere east of nowhere stands a rust encrusted shed In a paddock full of weeds by a tumbledown homestead A windmill goes on turning though the bore has long run dry and the fence posts are......

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