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Trappist
I mar my day
with discourse
busy as a night ear
Poemas sobre el tema: talk
Poemas sobre el tema «talk» en Poets.by.
Flaquito
all the hip and hungry places
force me to get bit
my aches eating me
full of talk about talk
my head is all oven
Street culture
not liking the horse desire
I walk out
not liking death
I eat a piece of pie
who lives in an outhouse
so he would not be seen
thrust his head
into the grave
we drink and talk
and read verses in the street
Spillage
from my house
overflow of talk
the land at night
Police report
Captain Cock
is an able man
but his gifts are little—all talk—
and he continues to be afraid
of the holster.
Above the fray
Sick of the town-
talk, I hear
nothing hard,
my wits never
overtaken by
a fuddle of wool.
Eaten by jingoes
On a road
of many lips,
the war
is every raw
expectation of
a poor Jack.
To a Chubby Little Girl, Aged Three
The jungle is a kind of grove
Where lions, apes and rajahs rove;
It's not the kind of place that I
Should choose to live in, or to die;
Yet I should just as soon be in it
As hear you blab another minute.