Fielded Poems - Poems about Fielded

...Harriet Harris née Kuritsky... Despite being a nineteen year old bride she wed Boyce Brandon Harris half a decade her senior, (where I ranked less than a twinkle in their eyes) during the mont......

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...Dusk hoover ring dawn ting task of badinage... This hug gust aspiring writer..., albeit youth fool looking imp posse Hubble wordsmith, (i.e. the babbling dad) coon sitters hyperbole insync as a......

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...Attitude with latitude originally written January 19th, 2019 and tension defines the dynamic Valiant prince sip pulled effort rebuffed, snubbed, thumbed courtesy eldest daughter uncontested......

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...Harriet Harris née Kuritsky circa November 13th, 1935 - ~ May 4th, 2005 (untimely death sentence ordained ~ early February 1935) I trot out a poem acknowledging birthday of dear ole mom, who s......

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...Underdog Alleluia By Mark D. Stucky Why do we love underdogs? Why root for ragtag Rockies and scruffy low-rated teams coming from behind to win? Why adore unlikely tri......

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...I am ill eke quipped to dusk hoover dawn ting task of badinage Indentured gumption forsaken courtesy each pulled wisdom-tooth this hug gust aspiring writer..., albeit youth fool looking imp po......

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...Poetry is a busy crosswalk downtown, when everyone moves together with elbows held a little wider than normal. Poetry is a middle-aged man, creased and folded, sprawled out on the neglected w......

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...Harriet Harris circa November 13th, 1935 - ~ May 4th, 2005 untimely death sentence ordained approximately six months prior to mother dearest celebrating her seventieth birthday, though the ......

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...Courtesy Google, I learned Dynata...mite! Constitutes the world’s largest first-party data platform for insights, activation and measurement Earlier today August 28th, 2022, a representative......

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...This hug gust aspiring writer..., albeit youth fool looking imp posse Hubble wordsmith, (i.e. the babbling dad) coon sitters hyperbole nsync as acceptable literary playfulness, no matter figurati......

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...Have you lost an EVERLASTING love like me? Did you assume your love would last to eternity? Well my answer is an emphatic yes to both questions! And I’ve fielded so many suggestions But it’s shee......

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...his last gasp was quite lengthy trying to go out with a bang as usual a rationalist manifesto covering his face accompanied by a cotton field work song his grip went slack under the torrent of im......

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...Dusk hoover ring dawn ting task of badinage... This hug gust aspiring writer..., albeit youth fool looking imp posse Hubble wordsmith, (i.e. the babbling dad) coon sitters hyperbole insync as a......

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......and then darkness fell through a rocky bottom of lost innocence in the light of waning truths an aperture tore away the veil of discomfort tranquil as if nothing had happened at all......

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...There are times in life when we deal with strife And are helpless to the powers that be. Where we are sequestered by doubt... and still tossed about By others who are happy to see. But ......

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