Turfs Poems - Poems about Turfs

...I am a cat, at home I’m Ollie But fellow cats know real name “Intrepid Vic”, I dig that, golly Grey tiger, finest at his game I am the boss around here Them humans lacking any wit In house of......

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...Yellow flower, grieving flower, pale flower, You were burnt by the sun and the hot rain. Ripe flower, matured flower, immaculate flower, You've nevertheless kept your phenomenal beauty sane. Th......

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...The sun is bright, that is hope. The dark cloud is pregnant for a moist day And the turfs are beautifully smiling The sun is scorching, that is pain. And the beautiful turf wilt and dry And ......

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...Woman of rationality not known to all men. Countess of Mercia, scent of a woman. Lover of masses, dream of sashes. In anticipation no other man tried, Wooing the coveted one fear of life tau......

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...Yellow flower, grieving flower, pale flower, You were burnt by the sun and the hot rain. Ripe flower, matured flower, immaculate flower, You've indeed kept your phenomenal beauty sane. The half......

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...Ping Pong A Game going on Aus Govt \ DJOKOVIC A Champion Vs Continent Down Under A sport sinister Short hearing Quick disbursal He’s deported back to Serbia! “Expelled for not taking drugs “ ......

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...From the gentle water flows and the mighty windy blows, to the weeping willow trees further down stream, to the white water rapids, rushing like wildebeests. It's where the leaves are flying steadil......

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...A frosty whitewash, whirling winter snow smoothly shrouds a secret silent slumber. Skies all awake, flying mosaics of row music chirps cavort the sunset amber. Gelid air turfs, chilled in birds o......

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...Khatia Buniatishvili's Tour de Force of Tchaikovsky's Piano Concerto N° 1 in B-flat minor on Zubin Mehta's 80th Birthday* … the caged-beast terrified defying the donderbus blasts vollies of mus......

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...Unquotable quotes: Fashion modeling with an eye on footballers – XXVII Isn’t “haute couture” like “cordon bleu cuisine”? Both equally edible? You still have to pull the shrimp scales apart to g......

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...The Columbia is a smooth beast that has introduced us to a semi tropic clime that produces a bewildering humidity even for November and a panoply of tree types that canopy the mossy turfs from a s......

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...The Marshland In the middle of the fen where the soil is full of rotting foliage, roots of tree from the time the land was a forest, a dam where ducks swim and as is the way of ducks noisy in ......

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...Bloods over flowing. Mothers tears pouring. Deaths in the hood sky high and still soaring. Brothers and sisters dying in their prime. Ghettos and hoods full of unsolved crimes. We attend more funeral......

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... === *^* take the vivacious steps of my world's elated lilt *^* Burning effulgent golden daystar - mirrored, reflected Drawing up the facsimile of faith and luminescence Trees oscill......

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...In the midst of woods A cryptic houri's crooning Euphony - suffused. Nocturnal deity humming her lyrical milieu Yarn of Utopian hymn of nostalgia Missing her sublime empyrean realm, now ... Place se......

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