Tunics Poems - Poems about Tunics

...I’m watching a journalist from France 2 or 3, I watch Olivier Ménard from the TV l'équipe I spoke to my conscientious mechanic on Thursday, I observe the little baker who thinks alone, I read th......

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...Then the guns roared!! and it was hard to distinguish the Hush from the roaring; the two seemed almost Indistinguishable. Was it the roaring, I wondered, or was it the hush that was The more ......

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...The dream when the moon sneaks in my room, I feel it in my heart and soul. I see the red string floating, guiding, leading me away. I'm walking, searching, looking when, I hear the ocean calling,......

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...I'd love to paint, a picture for you, of images in my head. Of a quirky old town, I'll set the scene, as you rise from a crooked bed. The room you're in, whilst large in size, has rather strange de......

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...Some See David J Walker Some see sun Some see none some see the sum of light and countable luminations Some see night and fear As the first creation Falling near Failing fe......

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...My grandparents lived on farms – both sides of my family. My mother’s parents and my father’s parents. Overalls and button down shirts with pockets Work boots for grandpas Except my single gran......

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...A GLIMPSE OF HERITAGE To Visit the past, is to understand your future. The storm was moving away, the noise no longer pounding, Sky turned blue from dark, thunder abating, hail disappearing, ......

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...ESTIMATING NINE MONTHS FROM ESKIMO KISSES TUNDRA tunics tendered, holding hot homeothermic sentient swaddling, stirred with warm waves of cocoa cresting charm, bathed in barome......

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...The books they read were of the past, of heroes charging to the last, of native men in native lands defeated by heroic bands of horses, sword and flashing lance, red tunics danced victories da......

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...Guv, tell me, not without the reason our Moscow in the fired treason was burnt and left for French. Oh, there were fights I see their splendours so awesome and we have the embers, No wonder Rus......

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...Mice, rats, winter day clouds, coats, shawls. Gray pants, tunics, bugles play calls. Horses neigh for action hate stalls. Ride hard brave scout. Paint on iron battleship hulls make rust stay out......

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...Out of Trenches (WW1) Out of trenches, we met face to face, A young Soldier, probably about my age. With rifle in hand we quavered, My head, urging me to engage. Our tunics were muddied and da......

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...One sunny afternoon, I coiled in the grass, and later wriggled my way through the woods, though scaly and limbless I am, yet uniquely created and outstanding among beasts. My charming rhythmic ......

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...Awaking blithe each morning, with eyes upon the World, I wonder, are we mourning with ebon flags unfurled – or are they but a warning, some draped like snakes and curled, stray stars and stripe......

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...One two three pea leap. Wow. A slip knot is neither a sleep nor a striped strap. But stealing from an arsenal area is not a wonderful idea is it really? Well come on....is it? Best keep quiet then an......

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