Wattles Poems - Poems about Wattles

...I won a poetry prize to go visit the lake isle of Innisfree. But I didn't wanna go, cuz there's nothing there I particularly wanted to see. I hear there's just a clay-and-wattles cabin wit......

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...Serpents slither here. Scorpions hide beneath our bed spreads. Spiders, bugs, sticks, ants, and centipedes occupy our beds. We have coasts. But what use of these? They burn with sultry heat. Pir......

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...August down under is winter torn asunder. Under leaden skies, lightning clouds make thunder. Gardens revive, buds pop, the yellow wattles bloom. Unfolding butterfly win......

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... “Arms Full of Linnet Wings” In the garden that afternoon she planted seeds in their ripe minds their eyes looking up to hers their irises dazzling in the late afte......

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...When I had to take a special car back to Liverpool Through the speedily running windows, on the rolling hills The Yellow Acacia continued to flash before my eyes Like the joyful lights beating bes......

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...After years of growing native shrubs and putting them in pots, my backyards full of hakea’s and gums, placed in separate lots, but some wattles have outgrown their home and really don’t look flash;......

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...Weebles wobble but they do fall down. Once without windup whimsy weebles wobble writhing in wistful wiggly wattles, they bubble, bobble, boggle, bottle and boondoggle coddles and dawdles; a ......

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...I do ponder on Aristotle, In these groves of golden wattles, Was Aristotle on the bottle? "What is beautiful?" he asked, He set us such a puzzling task, How to define beautiful? Maybe, things i......

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...Strategically placed when raised Upwards By your masterful and well Practiced hand. To mingle with ever changing Skylines That frown down with arrogant Scowls Upon the indigenous populou......

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...A twisting whirly musters hard baked leaves and bark. There’s another red sunset, just before it’s dark. The wilting wattles weep, and plea ‘I can’t live on!’ The strong keep fighting drought. ......

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...SLEEP AND ARISTOTLE. How to get a good night's sleep-- Instead of enumerating sheep, Recline beautifully with Aristotle, Don't decline, hit that bottle, What does rhyme with Aristotle? I pond......

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...SNOWY’S STILL WATERS By Kevin L Fairbrother The rolling hills surround the lake It’s still-waters glisten in the simmering heat With nary a wave breaking on the shore As echos of life now and p......

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...What is beauty if I cannot write it On the pages of my book, What nature in it’s endless glory If I can but stand and look? If fragments of a broken sunset Glimmer in a purple sky, And etched agains......

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...They are in need of me today of all days so the table can be set with unbent forks and their silent roosters--ye soft wattles play on. White linen veils the ancient splintered picnicktop for small ha......

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...The fading colours in a trembling leaf, Perhaps a portent of the coming cold, When the heavy hand of an icy winter Will press hard upon gully, flat and fold. The rose’s vicious stems will be laid ba......

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