Fodder Poems - Poems about Fodder

A train, a train, Burning through its coal. And smoke that drives away the cool air. Or the night sky. The night sky. The night sky. Write about the sky. Daytime, grass, flowers, swarming. The seasons, snow, spring, something, something… Writing and writing. About a smile, Never just a nice gesture. But fodder for my writing. Smiling, beautiful, toothy, friendly. Writing, flowing like a train. Train tracks that burn...

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toothy grin, downcast eyes hidden by two dozen sunset roses, a great-big box of choice-chocolates ‘tis a good thing she doesn’t see his flaming breath, the ring on his butt-naked-finger …this once 10/27/2022 I’m back in my book of tricks. Dragon Fodder given to the wife after a husband’s bad behavior....

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The official name is Contrails No more than condensation The alternate one Chemtrails poo pooed across the nation I can't help notice months go by With none in sight Are we to understand that No plane has taken flight Yet, when they Return The skies are cross hatched Such coverage in true Journalism Won't be matched I've discussed it with My brother who many topics broaches When they return I call and say There's sprayin the...

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Air-Bourn Into the 20th Century David J Walker I was one of the soldiers who Missed the target of the jump Nine months up in a cloudless sky Where some were chosen to live And others to die Before their boots hit the ground Where I found myself in a Mid -20th Century place that Didn’t need me to be Prole fodder Although...

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~ Diamond invaluable, resplendent shining, shimmering, scintillating jewelry, gemstones, silica dioxide, blight scratching, abrading, scarifying commonplace, begrimed Gravel ~ ~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Sparkling Diamonds" Poetry Contest, Joseph May, Judge & Sponsor....

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They are teachers. Conference day. Many clumped up, together, visiting. I am my usual lone wolf self, doing what I want. Realizing how foolish it would be to share my ideas. When so many others have a need to share theirs. I stay back in the corner taking notes, listening stealthily. Writing it down in my mind to be used in...

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If you are going to attempt a waltz in a spotty teapot costume complete with a lid then do remember not to partake in tea drinking beforehand because the liquid might ruin the material and thus render the authenticity of the costume. People then would not quite believe that the waltz was going to be...

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Bud went out to sea with his friends The ship started tipping on end To the lifeboats they ran like sardines in a can with women packed under the men! While some took advantage of this Some others stole more than a kiss Bud ran out of luck His zipper got stuck and "zip" went his chance for some bliss ! The lifeboat...

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emerald meadow rich plush svelte fibrous carpet cheap trite sheep fodder...

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With arms spread wide like Ibiza With my Brighton rock stuck in my throat And throbbing with a pulse For all that glitters as it slithers into serpentine The darker recesses, we waltzed Feeling common as anachronism London, meet me there With my whirlwind of Netherlands We dine upon the night As a whore twice would But more the class as we starve And dining out...

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A Question of Cannon Fodder Drenched in the blood Wept in raining puddles of agony The wretched and forgotten Mud of centuries He fell by knees and palms Dead to the feet of living A Splashing tattoo of scarlet drumming On the futile embrace Of histories life spent warring Driven by battle Riffle, bomb, bow, lance, cannon, arrow and missile And to thunderous skies Where blasted shell...

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