Watersheds Poems - Poems about Watersheds

...Water, everyone's flow of life Water, a sustaining life source Water, encircles the whole earth Water, heaven's treasure to man Water, never a drop to waste Build dams for conservation Let ......

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...I (a youthful sexagenarian) can no longer quip being a country boy at heart, but me as urban cowboy, I declare would never so fuhgeddaboudit dear reader nothing 'cept bucolic existence labori......

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...Faith in politics is not popular. Other than optimistic civics teachers and elected office holders, faith feels troublesome when mixed with social empowerment over Others. "Others" holds and ......

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...Bull eve me (Adam, whether existence fact or fiction), his immediate legion heirs whole heartedly partook to regale no Joe king paternal prominence, sans legendary, fraternit......

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...Life lost in saline streams Straining to see Possibilities in reams and streams Crane to love me Although I desire nothing unproven In the world I grapple to save From madness and sadness wov......

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...Shadowy Sensuality I walked in a dream on a silken cloud Under moonlight's silver shadowy leafy shroud Satiny leaves sunk under my feet in hushed sensuality ......

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...Time clock, Baby Stuck on the inside out on the black bench, Baby. Never going back like the good old days like the jinxed rinks, cut out like watersheds. It’s so obv......

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...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Reformations amities amid poetics tour de force overture within, virtuoso's.... Fatalisms exuberant pas de deux; foreordained this b......

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...Love laughs at life, Scorns the scourging whip of years, Dulls life’s sawing knife And watersheds its tears. Love smiles at death, Soul withstanding soil, Heaped upon the flesh whose breath ......

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...Love laughs at life, Scorns the scourging whip of years, Dulls life’s sawing knife And watersheds its tears. Love smiles at death, Soul withstanding soil, Heaped upon the flesh whose breath ......

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...It was back in '89 when I worked the Rockin' B, That they hired a large cowpuncher that we called Big Smalley. I reckon that ol' cowboy musta went 'bout six foot nine-- And to our suprise was the ......

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