2011 Poems - Poems about 2011

The rumbling, crashing, riotous falls were like instruments intent on singing out their percussion. Each watery movement came in orchestrated rhythm, appearing as the master of the scene yet arriving on unheard cue. The wild and noisy disorder of the magnificent Niagara Falls were an ever-changing mosaic of color that could tumble from a box of pastels. In the sunlight they were soft, no matter how bright the...

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*AS EYES FIRST MEET* a glance to a kiss with, je ne sais quois ,inside on romance's ride a glance to a kiss love at first sight I suppose why so,no one knows a glance to a kiss to a marriage of bliss- something..not to miss ...

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It is with great sadness we say goodbye. To a truly smashing real good guy. His name is Mike Parke who was our boss The whole of 202 now feel lost. He leaves behind his good lady. The one we know simply as Kady. Our sympathies are really with you. From all the guys and girls from 202. Mike you were a quality...

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written twelve years ago when yours truly about two score and twelve years old, and fishy financial fiasco about twenty six weeks before being scalloped courtesy villainous fraudster otherwise known as scam artists, blithely, glibly, and pliantly fleeced with shear trickery my coveted nest egg. TO: TWO PRECIOUS HARRIS LASSES WHO LIVE ON GREENTREE LANE THIS FAST APPROACHING CHRISTMAS HOLIDAY AS WILL READILY BECAME PLAIN RECEIVED A...

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Carter Hakim's family grew by two. 10 year old Damian lay asleep Saturday Early morning October 2011. His 6 years-old sister Manisha, 5 years-old Franky-Joe and 3 years-old sister Salis Busted into his room startling him From his dreams. "Come on Damian! Damian wake up! He was wide awake Since baby sister Salis sat on him And forced his eyelids...

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We don't know the names of the dead. Our friends that are missing We hope have fled. We're far away from our quaky home With internet, email and skype to roam Grateful now for each voice we hear For each life we hold so dear. We don't know when we go home whether we will find a place to roam that vaguely resembles what we used...

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According to CBN news Red China is sponsoring local Latin American Marxist Communist dictators in that region. Their local domestic Communist leaders resemble our Bernie Sanders. How are they taking over countries? The same method the Liberal Progressive left-wing radicals are doing in the USA and elsewhere! Promising their citizens, "with lots of free stuff....

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Recalling 2011 Written: by Miracle Man August 12, 2021 A violent wind, thunderous, and loudly, moves some stationary things it touches. If in the “fraidy hole” hunkering proudly, you've evaded mother natures clutches “It’s an all-too-human frailty to suppose that a favorable wind will blow forever.” Rick Bode ...

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~ Solidarity, learn from yesterday ... live for today ~ Quote by: Sun :) - A-L Andresen :) 22. 07. 2021 ...

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Alabama in April, the day is the 27th, It all happened in the year, 2011 "What happened on that fateful day?" That was your question "Tornado's came through With a lot of aggression" Early morning had strong winds That took the power out, It did a lot of damage, and Shook the trees about. That storm was a real bad one, But there was...

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Brick houses gone, wood houses gone Family histories blown away No photos or proof of life 2.8 billion dollars worth of damage Devastation for a mile. One house standing, with debris Covering every inch of her yard. 2008 Chevy in oak tree, Electric lines dangerously torn Silence after the roar of what sounded like a train, but must have been the Two...

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It was St. Patrick’s Day 2011, and all wasn’t full of happy-go-lucky four-leaf clovers. No, it wasn’t going to be a very cheerful day after all. She had been missing since New Year’s Eve. That night of terror still rips apart my chest when I remember the way my phone laid in my hand not ringing. I...

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Car Ride, Oxford, 2011 It's been raining long enough that I could not tell when day faded and night entered. But there are too many other things to notice: a dim glow that waxes and wanes as we turn, translucent lines on the window massaged gently into my face by the low beams. The engine hums softly; it has already...

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No words, can true love express, nor verse,fine sonnet or song, the need,the longing to give; No touch, can true love relieve, nor kiss,cuddle or caress the desire,to quench this fire to have,receive and believe; No comfort,can true love keep, in letter or token lock our longing to receive....

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Straight up at Midnight The Moon and Jupiter were, Crisp and very clear....

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