Hotshot Poems - Poems about Hotshot

...In glamor-light of sunset a new crowd of cumulus clouds arrive and revive a sepia sky-scene— unworldly woolgatherers gather spinning fantasy fluff into quixotic yarns of debutantes dancing with ......Read the rest...

...There are abilities in disabilities So shun idioms that mock any form of disabilities I know a fellow that has his physical frame unbalanced And his head obliguely and disingenuously referenced ......Read the rest...

...Reprobate fictional schnorrer... Who never did a lick of work gifted lifelong entitlement, yet possessed webbed wide world reputation actually humble contemplative earthling jump/kick started......Read the rest...

... Smart phone - we groan without this digital backbone Laptop - work from home nonstop Wi-Fi - faster internet connectivity to live hi-fi 5G - advanced communication technology GPS l......Read the rest...

...Thee nonpareil Amelie Beth Harris-McGeehan blessed honest to dog goodness her person doth bring never could her brother wish upon NON GMO (archaeopteryx, buffalo, chicken...) wing, and genuine pr......Read the rest...

...Freezing last night and I suddenly thought You little idiot, you are a crackpot! On dresser are warm fuzzy socks that you bought. So I put on two pair, and my feet got quite hot. A little note ......Read the rest...

...Hotshot Pilot Did loop Oh, poop! Flamed out No doubt! He bailed Chute failed! Bad chute Oh, shoot! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired......Read the rest...

...She is the one to have had no choices at all Maybe to marry was her will, hers solely Or maybe it was that of her family In all, she did choose to bear it all For the sake of pleasing the whole ......Read the rest...

...fill the void, oh! hotshot knuckle down to call in question like elucidation of parting shot triviality over inflection 05/08/16......Read the rest...

...trashcan basketball a hotshot in his own mind score for the other team......Read the rest...

...*Holly (Vault Dweller)* Hey bartender, Who's that girl over there, The one nursing the whiskey in the corner, She has that press hat one that makes her look...strangely debonair. *Bartender*......Read the rest...

...Sitting alone staring out the window at the frozen air and slate colored sky with every inch of the desk covered in stacks of paper like strata of life. Book shelves impossibly arranged so that......Read the rest...

...India by Nandlal K. Pancholi AIDS and raids and RDX dunes Bell-hop cops poor politic's peons Daud philoo Memons macabre dons Maul megapolis all perilous pawns Harshad hotshot handsome her......Read the rest...