Wus Poems - Poems about Wus

.... I saw her's at the distance I tried the whistle It flew out like tweety bird's caught by sylvester f......

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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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...Sound of a song softly sung rose in the air and through windows Barred to let air and light in and little else. A lament sung in Gaelic tongue foreign to ears used to French, But its meaning under......

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...Jock stumbled - pals called him a wus (No injury was obvious) But Jock bruised his willy And now he feels silly With todger strapped up in a truss WRITTEN BY JAN ALLISON ......

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...Jock stumbled - pals called him a wus (No injury was obvious) But Jock bruised his willy And now he feels silly With todger strapped up in a truss Thanks to my friend who set me a......

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...State of the Art (IV) These are my "ars poetica" poems about the art and craft of writing poetry. Hearthside by Michael R. Burch “When you are old and grey and full of sleep...” — W. ......

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...Poems about Children IV Salat Days by Michael R. Burch Dedicated to the memory of my grandfather, Paul Ray Burch, Sr. I remember how my grandfather used to pick poke salat ... though first......

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...Poems about Fathers and Grandfathers I I translated the first six Native American poems for my father when he chose to enter hospice and end his life by not taking dialysis … Cherokee Travele......

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...Limericks V - Politics Baked Alaskan by Michael R. Burch There is a strange yokel so flirty she makes whores seem icons of purity. With all her winkin’ and blinkin’ Palin seems to be thinki......

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...Mother of Cowards by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition" So unlike the brazen giant of Greek fame With conquering limbs astride from land to land, Spread-eagled, showering gold, a strum......

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...Vacuum by Michael R. Burch Over hushed quadrants forever landlocked in snow, time’s senseless winds blow... leaving odd relics of lives half-revealed, if still mostly concealed... such are......

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...Salat Days by Michael R. Burch (dedicated to my grandfather, Paul Ray Burch Sr.) I remember how my grandfather used to pick poke salat ... though first, usually, he’d stretch back in the fro......

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...WHY SHULD I LERN TO SPELL? HELL, NO ONE REEDS WHAT I SAY ANYWAY!!! :( Sing for the cool night, whispers of constellations. Sing for the supple grass, the tall grass, gently whispering. ......

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...The Pictish Faeries by Michael R. Burch Smaller and darker than their closest kin, the faeries learned only too well never to dwell close to the villages of larger men. Only to dance in t......

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...At Tintagel by Michael R. Burch That night, at Tintagel, there was darkness such as man had never seen... darkness and treachery, and the unholy thundering of the sea... In his arms, ......

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