Cuttings Poems - Poems about Cuttings

...Fifty years ago...the age of self-reflection Hollow crumbs, shadows of proud vestiges As minneapolis' jim crow vanished slowly, Painfully, no longer admired at country club Cocktail parties cel......

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... "Ocelots" It was during that time they all decended into the lush fields of poetic madness, swaying indolently with the other tall green poppies, who for once in their s......

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... Against the side fence, four long planks of wood ascended like steps supported on pillars of old red bricks serving as a stand for my Grandmother's collection of potted plants. Cuttings......

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..."Simon Edy, known as Old Simon, (1709-18 May 1783) was a London beggar who may have served as an inspiration for a popular nursery rhyme. He lived in a derelict "Rats' Castle" in the rookery of Dyott......

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...War without weapon ================= War takes place with The help of weapons, Weapons win or fighters win. God alone knows. Can a fight take place Without weapons?  Yes, fights do take p......

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...War without weapon ================= War takes place with The help of weapons, Weapons win or fighters win. God alone knows. Can a fight take place Without weapons?  Yes, fights do take p......

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...There are those special moments in life That become etched in one's heart Leaving a sweet precious memory Etched….. never to depart I have one so treasured memory Though so simple in its act ......

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...Another walking notes half poem What a very nice garden indeed Fresh top soil, new plants Containers pretty and disposable Weed suppressing decorative sto......

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...I bought a pair of garden shears, The first I’ve ever used. The shrubs looked much too tall and wild So I was most enthused. I have no training, but I thought Some snipping here and there Wou......

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... I “What in carnation is this?”, A July sun breaks my winter sleep, and ghosts in the fog my only peace. This early morning hoar chills the flesh and marrow, an......

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...To Be A Poet, Oft Strong Commands Come At Night Oh, gawd- comes raging middle of the night This horrid current, rise up and now write An electric jolt, firing through me bones Of new fortress l......

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...(The memories are simple, living the feeling significant) After conquering Beamsley Beacon due Southwest, Rombald’s moor stood, while for centuries within the valley the minute dwellings of gre......

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...I like to show up early He was always late. I planned my every move While he relied on fate. If I decided somethings wrong He would decide it's right. Like a willow I would sway ......

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...LIFE IN A SUITCASE Crawling in the loft today, I found the suitcase. Through a cobweb curtain, beneath a patina of dust It lay. Just where it’s lain for twenty years, full of m......

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...I stand back and gaze across my wonderful garden, in bloom. There it lies in the morning sun, with petals glistening from dew. No one realizes the extent of my love for the rose. As a former res......

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