Millstone Poems - Poems about Millstone

Prone to error or injury-prone ~ This poor word sure needs to atone...

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Let’s invite Cousin Mikey to participate. You want a millstone around your neck? What are you talking about? Matthew 18:6, of course. What is that? If you lead someone else down this path of debauchery and sin, we will be in so much trouble. Here. Read your Bible. Matthew is in the middle. My sister throws my confirmation bible to me. I am not...

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At the heart of the gristmill in common is the millstone: A matched pair of matched round stones, one over the other. Below is a bed-stone base, abeyant and prone Above is the runner whetstone, honed to grind grain to grist fine flour. The bed-stone 'tis convex, the runner stone 'tis concave, together they form a grasp cup of hands channeling...

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They were decapitated in winter. To send forth again, fresh, the green twigs of summer. Trees of roadside. My friends, I used to talk to them in my morning walk. Once I sat under a wishing tree for a divine feel. There were lots of colored threads tied round the massive trunk. I wanted to arrive in the neighbourhood of absurd escapes of a fake religion. My footfalls...

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In the middle of this bustling town There is a piece of heaven, serenely so. A place where one can relax and sit down On benches placed there to watch the river flow. Around this piece of river a park was made To showcase the waterfall in all it's grace. White frothy waterfall turns to river of jade. You will find nowhere...

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