Tumblers Poems - Poems about Tumblers

...Off fish hill Daylight saving time 2025 min(no) newt effect on me. As part and parcel of terpsichorean repertoire, one whirling dervish flaps his wings at the speed of sound. With twenty ......

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...Life at 21, do you remember it? Things rush at you, hit you, from all directions. Any small decision can turn into a major plot beat. What are our lives anyway but the sum of our decisions? Opp......

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...Sometimes in a store I browse And other times I buy. It all depends on what they’ve got That might just catch my eye. And even if I fall in love, An item might not make it For if I can’t disp......

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...T'was eighty two wonderful years, Before you departed to leave me in tears, My loneliness hearkens to the fears left by the hearse, Even the harmattan couldn't dry my streams of tears, Because I......

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... In the shadows of my half-waked condition of terra firma- patronus renditioned, I mudder into your soil, snorkel into your swamp of inlet tributary, a flagellum personae , prosopopoeia explorae ......

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...after Ho Chi Minh I The stone basin holds still water. The still water drinks the arid sponge as rays of pure energy slake their thirst on the ebon wings of crows II Ya......

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...Lisbeth was a gorgeous oak tree faerie, pretty, light and airy. The seventh faerie of the seventh faerie of the seventh faerie We brought her acorns and tumblers of autumn mojo. She loved everythi......

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...Amazing acrobats astound awe-stricken audiences. Amy always asks about acts already arranged. Bouncing bears balance beach balls. Bobby Bear bicycled behind Betsy Bear. Crazy clowns crash car......

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...Villanelles The villanelle is a poetic form based on repetition, with a double refrain. Villanelle: The Divide by Michael R. Burch The sea was not salt the first tide... was man born ......

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...Life is short, life is spry like a crisp, little french fry that gets stolen if you fail to watch over it. It's written in the name of two moments that hold hands and pass by. On edges of......

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...I must admit I do enjoy watching the country unravel at times that's what spices up a mundane life makes us appreciate calmer times. How I do enjoy watching the uncoiling mayhem Martin looter kin......

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...smell from the grandma's kitchenette that fills the whole abode my little heart and my hungry tummy too Pithas or Rice-cakes this are native legacies wrapped with fondness served on english pla......

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...Resemblance by Michael R. Burch Take this geode with its rough exterior— crude-skinned, brilliant-hearted ... a diode of amethyst—wild, electric; its sequined cavity—parted, revealing. Find i......

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...Stephanus Marcus Book 1 Canto 6 Verses 4 and 5 Now herald monarch's late arrival nigh. From east his royal standard shows design. A lion bold displays from pennant high - courageous beast, a ......

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...Orpheus' long, slow, crawl out of Hell Has left him nothing -- not even himself! Long had he traveled, sorrowing, with his bride, and many terrors endured, and now Unslings his lyre, and look......

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