Alex Poems - Poems about Alex

Hey Alex you were just a number Used and abused into a slumber All those tours hoping you would blunder Slicing your brain like a cucumber No Gordon you don't know I'm the stronger person which I can show Your so weak I can get you anytime Your my next statistic in the line Alex your out of my head All you want...

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It’s not often we’re together you and I within this unconscious soul, drugs; alcohol last time we met. And, as before, always, we’ll fight the two of us like squirming ferrets in this gray sack she calls her mind. Who will prevail before she wakes? The one that doesn’t recognize the child she bore? The one that spits and shouts at everyone comes near? There was a third, we buried it some time...

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"You're gonna face trouble if Navalny dies in prison, 2021"—President Biden Martyr & Saint 1976-2024 By tempting fate, speaking truth to power, he languished in icy confinement This courageous proud Russian was a bold soul of staunch refinement This tormented martyr, and prophetic sage, silenced and confined to a cage Continued to fight his tenacious battle, while we heeded his words...

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The Alex Joneses among us As we are coming up to Christmas, which is a feast for the advertisers, and it is impossible turning or switching on the radio or TV without getting an earful of sentimental songs flung at morning tired adults before the first cup of coffee PS. There was a time when one...

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Antagonistic Lying conspirator Earsplitting Xenophobe Judgmental jerk Offensive Naysaying Empty-headed Spreader of misinformation Written August 8, 2022...

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Eye candy of literacy Sit with me under the poet tree It's colorful leaves with windy wet dreams Glowing growing holy wise sandy seas Raining sonnets psalms songs of gold Beige yesterday, neon now, future silver soul Of foreign of home Of saint sinner some other zone This black leaf is Emily So dark smart sharply bleak The red leaf rouge and profound As Alice Walker's...

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Alex Smart was no fool. He knew he was smart and cool. He had deep dimples, And not a trace of a pimple, Because it was his first day at school...

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In Memory of Alex Trebek Host of Jeopardy 11/8/2020 R.I.P. J- Jubilant and jovial E- Elegant, eternally entertaining O- Optimistic and how orderly P- Patient plus poised A- Amicable and assuring R- Relevant and Ravishing  D- Dashing and dignified Y- Youthful to the end I know many of you who watched Jeopardy and will miss him.He was a first class person. A man...

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All across the U.S. From the east to west coast Folks are mourning the loss Of the “Jeopardy” host. He was there on our screens More than 35 years In a job few would choose As their hoped-for careers. Always steadfast and calm, Never ruffled or down, He was king of the hosts Though he needed no crown. At the end he did share With us all his...

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The early hours of a Wednesday morning in a small country town. An 18-year-old boy struggles to sleep He had pain so bad all he could do was weep he, knee was so painful he had to go to the hospital his father took him there once there it seemed nobody was to care the failure in regional hospitals is undeniable in...

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Right foot into this little dimple that you can toe in on aggressively so it’s opposing the left hand, then you can, like, zag over across to this flat, down-pulling crimp that’s small but you can bite it. [From Honnold’s climbing notebook.] For me, the most transcendental feat – your smeared soles at Freeblast Slabs, your shoulder jammed into...

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Inside a head soaking with heat, the dim lights go to sleep. Shadows bulge; undercover lover sailing swells into isles on the forehead of the one who's blind and nulls the seep. Someone flick it fast, the risingson lobotomy, blue jellyfish transparency until all those thoughts are numb. Unhinged. Minus the sulfur. Can't hear you. What's up? This morning I had a dream that Morning dreamed that dreams detoxx'd backstreet sorcery would...

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She looks in the mirror, ungrateful of what she sees: full hips, decent chest, curves in all the right places. Long beautiful hair, bright blue eyes. A feminine face, feminine all the rest. A frown on her lips, mind full of thoughts. "What would it be like, to swap places?" She grabs a scissors, and puts her hair up. Closes her eyes, and snip. The ponytail falls to her feet. She...

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For a lady who had a twinkle in her eye and one of the most powerful reading voices I have ever heard... When Alex Lascelles Did the readings at church Her deep ancient voice Like a dignified drum Sounded like God by Gail...

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He was born Alex Wanton Wells - A healer of the incurable and a remover of spells, Died chasing his insatiable appetite for quails; He’s not there, for he kicked the pails!...

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