Warrens Poems - Poems about Warrens

...Oh Alice, where have you gone? Lost in your corridors again Warrens of doors Infinitudes of space Barely a child, and so out of place. Alice, o......

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...There are doors but you can’t knock upon them And if they were opened There is nothing to see if they did Just a hollowed out space Large enough for the width of a door And no more Some templ......

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...Away from the cities, far off beaten roads. Stillness surrounds, the quiet humble abodes. The webs, the dens, the warrens and the nests. Step over the threshold, be natures guest. Yonder the ......

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...Potato Mountain I will arrive an habitual escapee from the rabbit warrens of central planners By ferreting north in search of breaks in the maze rifts in the grid I will follow a stre......

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...of terminally opinionated snake charmers for art's sake of course well what else could define our course of action when the end of unknowing is only a mouse click away when we'd still rather qua......

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...Ooh a scented grape graphic. Now that's wisdom. Contained a logical pattern in a juice cup. Heron haven heaping. Wisdomstic of a Judas flaw. Consealed in Sanskrit. Heavenly heaping cream on a very la......

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...For those avid crossword groupies of which I are one, I'm offering free of charge vital data to add to your fun. So you're stuck on 15-down for the name of a barren of mules! Groups of creatures......

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...The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Twelve As one solstice surrenders its last gasp of warmth to winter The Lady of the Lake’s icy grip tightened over her Still yon Dreamer of the Deep blew smo......

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...Early in the year a young man walks with a stout Yew stick firmly on his shoulder, Resting on damp grey stone looking all around watching the dicky birds and smiling, Rising from the stone he drops a......

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...Early in the year a young man walks with a stout Yew stick firmly on his shoulder, Resting on damp grey stone looking all around watching the dicky birds and smiling, Rising from the stone he drops a......

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...Haiku for Hidden Habitats Mournful doves coo Bullfrogs call from tall green reeds Traffic rushes by Fox quietly treads Rabbits from their warrens peak Traffic......

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...I trod the volcanic soil of past relationships Down until the river ran red And where the cobalt ribbons threaded Skies with golden studs embedded, Encrusting precious metals in my centrifugal h......

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