Tweed Poems - Poems about Tweed

...I stumbled barefoot through fractured noon, Where lamplight bloomed like a fossil's tune. The sky was stitched with electric thread, Held up by whispers from things long dead. The clocks ran ba......

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...Sam was cleared of all charges Anita’s family was shocked Audible gasps filled the court room Someone began shouting and was led out by the bailiff Mr. Tweed has been cleared of all charges, T......

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...Fate decreed sexting/texting while married abominable Therefore karma caught up to me big time and delivered yours truly sent to purgatory (figurative speaking) by casting a spell, whereby the ......

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... I never knew what to fill the spaces with Sometimes I didn't even see them They were disguised under many coats With hidden pockets of shallowness And oversized buttons to mismatched holes. ......

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... He knew how to turn up the soil and seed, Before the sun got hot by summer's glade; And on his lips recounting roses creed He gently viewed them as they swayed; Together in a ......

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...Surrounded by gold Lustre Old Clock chiming extinguished the last vestiges of the day streets laying bleeding the venom pliable The last revillers dressed in tweed their wanna be yesterdays ......

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...She said his grin was as charming as a Shoebill Stock. Warning others of his lack of beauty and handsomeness. His presence caused others to feel spooked and haunted creating a situation hard t......

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...I check to see all that I need-- Some books and my favorite tweed-- Are all in their place, My snacks in their case, Now all I got to do is read. I was on a holiday with Fred “Let’s see who c......

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...She’d kept the pewter dusted and displayed since 1969. A verdigris had leached out of the urn nevertheless. She had been hard on him, had forgiven little, but felt much closer now. The televis......

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...Dusk hoover ring dawn ting task of badinage... This hug gust aspiring writer..., albeit youth fool looking imp posse Hubble wordsmith, (i.e. the babbling dad) coon sitters hyperbole insync as a......

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...Deva Ossig, the landlady (and property owner) turned rogue Just a couple weeks shy and seven years ago to the day, I still remember contractual obligations our previous residential abode 724 ......

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...Bully me, yours truly never ordained, gifted, or blessed with mien mean characteristic evoking, jump/kickstarting, representing, nor zapping friend or foe courtesy fiery intimidation if anythi......

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...Matthew O' Harris Ease A "FAKE" Irishman Saint Patrick's Day, or Feast of Saint Patrick Lá Fhéile Pádraig invoke even non Irish to proclaim Éirinn go Brách translated as "Ireland Forever." ......

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...Cicada Dreaming was told to Roland Robinson in 1965 by Julia Charles of the Yoocum Yoocum clans from the area around Wollumbin in the headwaters of the Tweed River, Northern NSW and is used with perm......

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...Love was in the wrong places Out of luck, there'd none at all Veered cross his eyes on faces Ebbed men and numbers to call Twilight drops an altered star ......

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