Tuts Poems - Poems about Tuts

...Febrile Fog obfuscates palimpsest varnished promises.. Naysayers hoodwinked... deluded players peeling layers..denuded.. Deafening din of our chagrin... Espoused by rabbles roused by mandari......

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... I wake to hear you crying, calling out to me. I wearily open my eyes, it’s only half past 3. I sigh, roll over, cover my ears, trying to ignore. But your persistent need for me, just grows more ......

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...There once was a man nicknamed " Nutty " It was down to the way he played Footie, Each match he'd score ten Again and again Then he'd pop off for a pint and a butty. Each family tree has its ......

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...BITTER NOW THE FALLbitter now the Fall... Jack Frost cold squirrels hoarding... burying nuts jay's... birds... clever... stealing... so bold listen... squirrel so irate... tuts... ......

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...While out on the playground sitting on grass Teacher asked question of her third grade class What will you all do When you finish school? Little Johnny replied quick as a flash A tree is what......

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...Why is it so hard to be happy But so easy to be sad? When I see how people treat each other Sometimes it makes me so mad It costs nothing to be civil To make life easier for one another Repay......

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...Every day is a page to write a new story But isn't this life's diary? Leather aroma Tightly bound tome Mint and crisp at birth Becoming well thumbed and worn Finally we reach the last page As ......

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...OH Dragon! OH Dragon! You flewn the coup! Where have, you gone? He watched ‘Night at the Museum’. Was that actually, so very wrong? King Tut Exhibit’s in town; He should be in bed, not going there......

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...In the middle of the night, When the moon shines bright, A creature stirs with a terrible bite, And his name is Spoonfang. This vampire with a spoony face, Has developed quite the taste, Fo......

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...Weighty words wasted on the east wind blowing down Dame Street they don’t heed or even hear them the footsore army of suits and students the new Abraham or Jesus or Muhammad cries out but is ign......

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...A small stretch of bar to call my own: I cover it with my paper and a thin book of poems - Most I don't understand at all Some, unfortunately, I understand too well. A TV in the corner tut tuts 20 t......

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...Lamentation for what you are losing. A situation not of your choosing. Powerless in its execution. Watching from the shadows as the scene unfolds before you. A bag of broken promises st......

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