Weirs Poems - Poems about Weirs

...Had to fall out of love for thee in order to bear the pain of thy being Turned away drooping ears to lessen the sound of thou troubled cries Drained are nigh of mine eyes to not share in......

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...Ghost Of Tsali Comes Lost in mist and maze Ghost of Tsali in the corn River water runs Colors of fall alive “Til moon replaces sun That’s when Tsali comes Corn roots cling to bone As h......

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...Water Sculptor Life stretches into abundant sheaths swelling with water, Living breath of the selfless servant cascades through veins Drawn into waterways of stalks and roots Reaching – climbi......

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...dust had gathered on her many memories in outlines and heaps had sheltered her from full on attacks of pain and self lacerations the broom with razors attached right next to the end of the stic......

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...He hung there, a sobering sight, like the full moon on a misty night. John Riox, smothered in slime, ghastly ghost adrift in time. He wrestles ropes of rubbery kelp, his sunken eyes plead......

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...There is a harbor, dark and still, That formed ten thousand years ago. It lies upon the western sill Of Grand Manan, in indigo. Seagulls soar above the cliffs. Puffins nest on jagged rock......

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...'I left my dreams in the sand... On a beach, named Weirs With a plight of distaste... ...and, one more demon for each freckle on Her face' The smoke cleared between my eyes I wrestled with eac......

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...I rue chances missed and days spent Prevaricating whether to break the ice Hold back, keep a low profile with my back bent In a vow to sprinkle no more spice In moves and grooves meant to cosse......

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...Rackets, rockets and sprockets of lies in their sties fly fast Treasures and pleasures of truth offer orphans wisdom to last Choose to cruise in lies and perish Cruise to groove in truth and prune......

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...O my Love's like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June; O my Love's like the melodie That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I: And I will luve......

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...Nylon waste is often akin to a brushed out stable, manger, or stall. But brushing the carpet is often a resemblance of a swirling cloud of dust and tobacco shards and tobacco shards are not talking c......

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...I left my heart in the sand... On a beach, named Weirs With a plight of distaste And, a demon for every freckle on Her face.........

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...Ludwig Andreas von Feuerbach Or What Is in A Name When building Babylonian Towers with the Lego of our minds we construct our world and worlds our truths and meanings our dream......

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...This poem was inspired by the interviews by Earl K. Pollon and S. S. Matheson conducted with native Sekanni peoples who were negatively effected by the flooding of their communal homelands by the bui......

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...Millipede. Multitude. Millionaire damson. When elevation is caused by an unauthorized z code a b could be an m an an m could be a t or an a so please do not throw coats into the weirs. Especially in ......

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