Quotes about acres., page 8
love and Noonday onions
if
I hadn't married a Texan
I wouldn't know
they existed
dark cinnamon soil
silk trees everywhere...
acres of pecans
no-see-ums... red, like the itch/sting place after they getcha
sudden heavy sky
raindrops the size of twentyfive cent pieces....there and gone in two minutes
funny what sticks and what doesn't.....well, it all does, minutes, hours, words, music....
this is what decided to surface.....was thinking about garlic.....these words followed....funny.....
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poem by that's how I intended to ... delilah contrapunctal
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My Age
My name is openly blackened due to age,
Inside I see angels and among other beings
I perceive areas of knowledge, acres of land.
This is worthy for mansions, this land they grow
Is aging and faster the grass burgeons like blood
Racing through the human body in a whole age.
My manliness judges a buttery bread, a mansion,
All in the happiness of your home, the same man
That was built in a week, every week and each year.
I see angelic offspring as I weep, I weep due to angels
And men and women who dissolved before my eyes.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Statisticians
What ruled the clowns of statistics?
Research? Effort? Pain? Or even acrobatics?
It is a thrust towards change, to upright pursuit,
To an end beleaguered by authority all absolute.
No doubt the rumour brought a schism,
And one of utter ruin, so much awesome.
A productive policy has been espoused,
It was said the policy was housed.
Yielding no statistics is a game for feeders,
But the principles are as copious as acres.
Who are the statisticians? And what do they do?
Their policies are strict and everything is true.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Gladness....
when you sit
alone on a chair beside your window
facing a long road of this village
thoughts come
and form a chain
link upon link
and seemingly
it takes you to more roads and windows
and doors and
valleys
you hear the echoes of its sound
you see
the beauty of a chain of daisies
on a stretching acres of grass
despite the long journey
surprisingly
you feel the magnificence of wander
you name the world
you tell it
you are lost deeply lost
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Response(To Dating Scams) 001
Hello my names is eric, and sure i'm interested in you.
And color and distance both matter to me.
I'm sorry but I'm racist s.o.b.
It's what my daddy taught me through all the beatings.
I was born and raised in trustville alabama.
All my teeth are missing I hope that's okay.
I have deformed chin from all the inbreeding in my family.
Oh I'm also dating my second cousin.
We could have threesome, what do you think?
Oh I own 200 acres of land.
More then enough for multiple families.
So how interested are you really?
So how do you like my response to yet another dating scam?
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Their Height in Heaven comforts not
696
Their Height in Heaven comforts not—
Their Glory—nought to me—
'Twas best imperfect—as it was—
I'm finite—I can't see—
The House of Supposition—
The Glimmering Frontier that
Skirts the Acres of Perhaps—
To Me—shows insecure—
The Wealth I had—contented me—
If 'twas a meaner size—
Then I had counted it until
It pleased my narrow Eyes—
Better than larger values—
That show however true—
This timid life of Evidence
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poem by Emily Dickinson
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To L —
Thou that wast once my loved and loving friend,
A friend no more, I had forgot thee quite,
Why hast thou come to trouble my delight
With memories ? Oh ! I had clean made end
Of all that time, I had made haste to send
My soul into red places, and to light
A torch of pleasure to burn up my night.
What I have woven hast thou come to rend ?
In silent acres of forgetful flowers,
Crowned as of old with happy daffodils,
Long time my wounded soul has been a-straying,
Alas! it has chanced now on sombre hours
Of hard remembrances and sad delaying,
Leaving green valleys for the bitter hills
poem by Lord Alfred Douglas
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Saint Florent-le-Vieil
The spacious open vale, the vale of doom,
Is full of autumn sunset; blue and strong
The semicirque of water sweeps among
Her lofty acres, each a martyr's tomb;
And slowly, slowly, melt into the gloom
Two little idling clouds, that look for long
Like roseleaf bodies of two babes in song
Correggio left to flush a convent room.
Dear hill deflowered in the frantic war!
In my day, rather, have I seen thee blest
With pastoral roofs to break the darker crest
Of apple-woods by many-islèd Loire,
And fires that still suffuse the lower west,
Blanching the beauty of thine evening star.
poem by Louise Imogen Guiney
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Flooding
Unwelcome Ascending water, ,
Stopped running, but filling up,
Not only miles of land,
But also force our eyes to shed.
Acres of soon to be harvested crops,
Annihilated within a day,
A violent bath in the massive Jacuzzi,
A colorless massacre that is easy.
Have no floats, have no dry clothes,
Have no blankets, have no peace,
Is the current under and above, suffice,
to cook the food without a device?
Loans to pay, responsibilities to fulfill,
Young children to wean and infants to feed,
Elders and disabled to care and make them calm,
Worries to worry and flood from the eyes.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Just Beyond The Rainbow’s End
There is a green and pleasant land,
where I wish to spend my retiring years.
A land that has tall mountains
that reach up to the sky,
trees tall, green and noble
that stretch across many acres of land,
with cooling streams that flow through the heart
of this green and pleasant land
that lies just beyond the rainbow’s end.
This is where this paradise starts,
a place one day to which I’ll lose my heart.
The people there are friendly
and take you in with open arms.
There one day I hope to be
in that green and pleasant land
that lies just beyond the rainbow’s end.
1 November 2009
poem by David Harris
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