Gertrude Poems - Poems about Gertrude

So little is on the ground It's desolate, or so it feels As I'm trying hard to get away I don't see the blades of grass Or feel the coolness on my bare feet I want to climb to freedom But if I stop and think about the moon It just leaves me cold Surely nothing can compare With this patch of green? But...

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nothing really holds us in place and I'm not sure where we go to when we rear up then some semblance of order restores, everything settles the constants continue energy just overspilt in the moment ...

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I do not wish to proffer an explanation What I wish to do is stand still a moment Whilst you now observe me I have this vantage point Aware yet blind to perspective We both presume What I hope to divine Though lost to the rational or the magical With a haze of stars, offensive in their number The peripheral transposed as empty...

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She is known as Dotty, her actual name is Gertrude, that secret she will take to her grave. Powerful people have always sought her out. Edison visited in the summer months, he proposed many times, but a man that would electrocute an elephant just to make a point could never have turned her head. Teddy Rosevelt visits, sadly his ghost has not lost any weight. He...

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framed feelings one, two, three recognise me sensuality love emblazoned unmasking trembling seen...

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Should I look up, I see it all clearly The route, the goal, the possibilities To be cradled and lie on fluffy pillows Or perhaps impossible dreams Then there's the drowning Oh how I'll drown if I leave the shore From here I can't be sure what's three dimensional There may be no comfort whatsoever in 2D The green night ocean has its...

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It's all me How I perceptualise I place the chalice of expectation within reach Then plead with my shadow for just one sip I myself project the watchers, to create my own unease Always completely lost to the now No sense of what comes after My inner shadows arms flail Yet I hold wisdom in my hand The hand I hold inexplicably outstretched If...

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it's easy to imagine the moon fell out of the sky but no, it's still up there, where it's always been I look around to see what chases me; nothing moves... but the tree stands still with the mocking pose of a monster about to...

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Gertrude Besamer was a bunny with style, flair, and class. She entered Marla’s Tearoom with a bit of jazzy sass. Marla complimented her on her barrette made of glass. And her well-padded bustle which enhanced her pretty a…....

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The President of the United States called last night, he spoke most curtly, demanding to know her middle name. She sent him packing with a stinging rebuke. Her middle name is Gertrude; that secret she will take to her grave. Powerful people have always sought her out. Edison visited in the summer months, he proposed many times, but a man that...

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Gertrude Was Rude And Mean Caused Scene Would Yell Raise Hell She Sat With Bat In Yard Like Guard One Friend Til’ End Her Dog Named Frog 12-16-2020 Contest:Footle Sponsor:Brian Stand...

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Aunt Gertrude When Aunt Gertrude, comes by the house I want to run away She’s very large and burps a lot And wears a lot of gray Her hairy brows go up and down When she makes funny looks And I can tell, she has a smell Of old and musty books She squeezes me and grabs a hug Before I even speak Then her big...

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There was a young lass from Gertrude Who just loved to dance in the nude But she had two left feet She could not hold a beat ...

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Are those thoughts you put in what I once valued more Or would what I put out be the end winning score Did I need your ears for my voice to become whole Or would I rather them deafened words deep in my soul In my twenties your opinion carried some weight In my thirties...

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Gertrude Bangle 1895-1914 By name I was called Trudy. When living. Dear friends of the living, Do you know Whittier town Is a very haunted town? Do you know my ghost still walks Still silently steps by you? Oblivious you? Here in the stalking shade of the myrtles? Here in the dark shadows of the walnuts? I still seek the solace from a seeping sadness. Still seek the...

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