Scruff Poems - Poems about Scruff

...Some gloom took her from me. Or was it hate? Or did it rest somewhere between the two? She's gone is what matters. The cars pass anyway. The wind blows anyway. That new apartment block gets......

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...Math is tough. It plays rough - take's no guff, calls your bluff, grabs your scruff. Had enough? It clocks you, knocks you On your duff.......

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...I’m not a shrinking violet Who is happy to Just fade and disappear, I want to take the world By the scruff of the neck And let it know I’m here. I refuse to be restricted By physical bound......

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...Strong suspicion a 2024 presidential win... for the trumpeting don spells loss for democracy after inauguration day witnesses his swearing-in nepotism will run rampant lawlessness the name of......

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...MARCH 2023 Pulling this wagon by the scruff of my neck, is like relaxing cross-legged on feeble bike handles. The gentle gusts of your hurricane dazzle me. Humouring the limitless requests of a......

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...that shimmering scruff upon the fresh branches of spring like fall, it catches the gaze a riot of autumnal shades subtly and truly elfin sprinkle the earth with gems until late ......

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...I He left to learn more: art of love to make, And sun down, wished to rest in a village, To take off at the dawn soon as to wake, A graceful woman gave him a cottage. ‘Forget me not on your wa......

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...I was never born a poet But a pauper standing on a pulpit Penning words in spring tide dings Ritzy scribbling like trundling rings Talons of my feet Seething grounds I scratch and leet Feathe......

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...Just testing the night The surgeons of sky to see a Sky-net so faulted and frank unflinching but still true Full of expectation and hope...Just touching the night feeling the texture of it ......

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...It was love at first sight seeing your furry faces. To scoop you up and take you to various places. Me and Ash are so happy to be your mom and dad. Your shenanigans made us both glad and mad. ......

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...gardens are where we are: from "Eden" to "Gilgamesh", "Babylon" to "Gethsemane" from mountain to coast, town to country from wetlands to desert oasis, under the sea to the edge of ice f......

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...if cigarettes didn’t make me stink for days, if I’d ever figured out how to tap the ash away from my trembling fingertips, I would sit on the porch taking a long drag instead of filling the empty......

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...Never before this sentiment stirred awareness, did we care enough to start an enduring flame and keep it burning through a moonless night? We stared into the shallow obscurity and fret: n......

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...Yesterday the wind blew hard branches now litter blacktops and lawns, twigs crunch underfoot. Minor damage but this morning, neat suburbia is a little ramshackle and shabby the way in......

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...Nero the god! I had a dream. There I was at the foot of Mount Olympus. Mother was with me as usual. As we reached a cross-roads, Agrippina said: "Come Nero, here we turn left" But I said: "......

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