Turners Poems - Poems about Turners

... There are Scores of fiction and nonfiction mysteries so enthralling we Call them page-turners, thousands of Romance books and riveting histories, many shelves of Il......

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...I had read about reincarnation and past lives and there was a suggestion. To ask a young child “who were you before you were GABBY.” On Saturday September 15th 2012 I asked my grandson Jack Turne......

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...Mine dad in the 1940’s was an organ grinder huh!, in the high seas in the Navy. In the 1940’s Lo, the clanging, bopping, banging of prepare containers foods. Large coppers pans and pots. Put tog......

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...Where have all the novels gone Name three good ones written in the last thirty years... Seems they're on the back burners in their place, 'page-turners'......

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...We are the creators of the earth We are the flower and the sun We are the light in the universe Entangled into one We are love we are joy We are every girl and boy We are the sky at night Ne......

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...Monster Trees Monster trees reaching down through insane skies like spiders, They see something coming in the green benign stretches, We are the onion ring bearers wearing dark-day secrets. We......

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...When I left school at age fifteen years This brave new world held many fears. I got a job from the schools careers man, I was going to be a trainee electrician. Turners Asbestos Cement in Traffor......

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...When the water falls from the eyes When the water falls from the eyes It's a display of sorrows size Cascading tears sometimes surprise As water falls down from the eyes When the water f......

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...I found you in my peripheral the other day Thought I had scrubbed you out, but i was wrong And I hear that I'm off your radar but I can't believe that Or I won't believe that Cause you were lik......

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...The fighting Temeraire I fought at Trafalgar yet this is my reward dragged to the scrap yard a dagger in my heart The red ensign flew proudly by reputation was high My crew and my captain sp......

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...Cruising home from the driving range. My collared shirt free of cigarette burns… 58 in November, hit’em pure Pushed back against the wind flirted with woods Everything should be peace Turners......

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...Golden orb escapes from night born clouds The grey sea smiles azure shades of welcome Powder white seagulls sing out Hallelujah The sky robs Turners palette flinging its contents Smother......

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