Donald Meikle
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worksA Chapter by Donald Meikleleft hand picks up the brick as the right scoops out the proper amount of mortar , first pushing it to pile then filling the trowel, a shake downward.. |
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Pigeon SoupA Poem by Donald MeikleBeen there done that come on home and kick the cat follow cranes and ask for work then hit the closest bar chatter up the working men shoot some .. |
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Obama\'s WorldA Poem by Donald Meikleto stroll tomorrow's plastic streets that glow at night from sunshine To wander through the antique malls That sold their wares to carry To sit a.. |
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just HelloA Poem by Donald MeikleWending |
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Two toolsA Poem by Donald Meiklethe trowel sat next to the door Waiting to join old familiar friends In the worn canvas tool bag It's shape not quite the same as new Edges rounde.. |
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Rhyming through a south side windowA Poem by Donald Meiklea gray squirrel just hopped by and hardly left a track On snow that's covered ground for weeks Or is it months I rack Upon a well filled me.. |
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DensityA Poem by Donald MeikleRooted in rising aspirations Left alone in a field of dread Autumn glimpses of Winter wind skies Whither the harvest of withering drive Whether .. |
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Where in Hell is Willie Nelson?A Poem by Donald MeikleHey Willie howya doin? How I hope y'doin' fine I haven't heard a word of you In too damn long a time So I'm sittin' here just wishin' That ther.. |
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SolipsisticyA Poem by Donald Meiklefirst the wash from light white blue down to brown That ugly brown from mixing all those colors and only at the very base of it to lower the horizo.. |
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WhoA Poem by Donald MeikleWho really was that bawdy bard Who held the world so mirrored. Who chose a pen name for himself and another for his wife. Anne hath a way indeed .. |
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