Whetstone Poems - Poems about Whetstone

...Evening solitude The walk was cold and lonely, Interesting, I don't know, but this feeling always awaits me, I don't need anything here or anywhere else. Nothing, the night is waiting, I'......Read the rest...

...Come post presidential election 2024... heil to the Wharton chief firebrand - more worrisome than an ovarian cyst every race, religion, nationality, gender, creed, et cetera with impunity dis......Read the rest...

...The paring knife of winter undams the dense brown blood. Asps awaken and seethe—. Twining stems sweat, Irregular coralla dance around your feet, pray at your altar. Children of the soil, me......Read the rest...

...A feast of eye-catching hues swirl midair, stoic fragile leaf a chill whisper, overt orange, deep vein red, pallid yellow, scaly amber, jumble upon bright clad jumble, earthbound mattress on a g......Read the rest...

..."If you cannot glean my poetry I will explain, but do not ask me to reveal what I've left unwritten between my lines." ......Read the rest...

...The Eyes Have It Eyes sharpened at the whetstone Honed to a glistening edge, They used them to slice and dice for Homeworks forgotten; Rooms left in cyclonic disarray; Reports unfiled; Pre......Read the rest...

...Work, work, work ... write, write, write Pour your dark, deep, love-scarred being out Put all the imagery, phrasing and thought you know into each line Craft each......Read the rest...

...My thoughts are my weapons, my pen is my sword My will is my whetstone, my Knighthood —my Lord (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2014)......Read the rest...

...At the heart of the gristmill in common is the millstone: A matched pair of matched round stones, one over the other. Below is a bed-stone base, abeyant and prone Above is the runner whetstone,......Read the rest...

...Woodbury, new jersey home to me self since birth my very late mother (bless her long departed soul)    slaved and toiled per accursed penury and dearth tried her darnedest to......Read the rest...

...brings world word ii gunnery duty as extremely frightful flashback which utterly displeases this elderly mortal and such behavior moi aback!   Born in this same house on Leona av......Read the rest...

...As rains and the torrentialest of snows plummet, Filling all the skies and the area interstitial to earth and sky With a frenzy of flying flakes; As gusty winds doth blow and toss the flakes thi......Read the rest...

...Of European descent, from whence they came Across the borders to settle, re-establishment Angles, Saxons and Jutes – Anglo-Saxon be known Conquered lands, such roads have served, that of the......Read the rest...

...My thoughts are my weapons, my pen is my sword My will is my whetstone, my knighthood, —my Lord (Opening Poem to Novel 'Darkening Sun:' December, 2014)......Read the rest...

...by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2015 I hate the sound of mowers in the morning it means the neighbour’s going to cut his grass I know it won’t be long, before the same old song “when do you think that ......Read the rest...