Weel Poems - Poems about Weel

...APPLE OF HIS EYES Conceived in my mother's womb A dust in the Potter's weel With the blinking of my eyes I behold a divergent world Words, bah, bah, bah... Melody to the ears of the listeners ......

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... The rusty swing set sings in the wind. It hasn't seen much use Since we were children. Nineteen sixty is when it began. My older sister Flo is a mentor and friend, she is twelve and I am......

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... It's a long way to the middle From both ends. Ya gotta give a little to win. These was need to stop, no spin. Don't give a wit how it started, back then. Only, that there all going to end. ......

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... When yins ye lou are taken awa , forever gang intae eternity, ne,er will ye see them agin, as eternity is far frae hame. aye maybes yell see them float by, in a clear day o sky, ye can talk t......

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...Ten thousand years One hundred lives i've waited for my loves to be found 8 trials i've long since passed 7 more as well i've long since beaten 1 trial of love i cannot pass But i can't lose t......

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...Far tae the North hidden alang Moray coast, Therr bides a little toon o which yin can boast. Wi a rid phone boax in pride o place mak a call tae freends an aa. Nae thing tae spile the view ower ......

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...A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns translation/interpretation/modernization by Michael R. Burch Oh, my love is like a red, red rose that's newly sprung in June and my love is like the melody tha......

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...Come on, place bets and roll the dice, the gambler. A near win is twice the size, the gambler. They say what goes around comes around. The wheel of fate rotates, rates rise, the gambler. You ......

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...A fearsome gale tearing through Torry, Took young Dot and Tyson away. She met a dodger, drunk and ned as well, Stuck for words, whit wid she say? Now, evil wis lurkin’ aroon’ the cor......

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...Evening sky is crying to the sound of my aching. Pain and anger mixes with howling wind of my silent sobbing. I just need to feel your sweet cherry kissing. For so long I'm out in the woods like......

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...We met in yonder tavern hay up top o' meikle hill bousing nappy til a' fou the nite drave on wi' rairing voices an the nappy growing better a souter gars a bet wi' lades o' siller the deil lau......

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...Geordie is ma brother; some say he is a hero! Me, ah ken better an’ his rating’s close tae zero! He likes tae hog the flair wi’ jokes oh say dreary’ Efter twenty meenits we grow a wee tadge weary. H......

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... Devonshire tea with Peter an' Beryl, beware, it's no the fact that Peter disnae care. But 88 years doon the track o' life, an' 84 years fur Beryl, Peter's carefree wife. Ma Bonny wife Gilli......

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... Ah had a aulder bruther whin ah wis wee, ah wis five then an' he -wis nine yea see. A tendid tae follow him aboot, bit bein' aulder he widnae care a hoot. Aw jings a remember wan day at sch......

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... Canny remember this Lass's name, but fur the poem's sake let's assume she's Jane. 'Jane ' this per wee soul had fingers lighter than a blidy feather, aw things within her sicht yea had tae t......

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