Appendage Poems - Poems about Appendage

Art & music therapy provides a creative outlet for expressing feelings of anxiety, helping us visualize process our worries I also find poetry therapy as well I write and then recite it back to myself…. shall there be fingers snapping at the end of this recital? I just must wait and see There is this, ...

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extra appendage iphone is attached ticking updating my life...

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Who was the first person to come up with a kiss Pressing lips together really seemed like such bliss Honestly, don't have a problem My appendage does blossom But it must be passionate, not like kissing a fish...

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Cellphones attached to hands, Just an extra appendage, no big deal. Put down rarely, Picked up at first peep. Instant news. Instant text. Instant everything. Instant anger. Instant nasty reply. Cellphones, more interesting than people. Everyone sitting around, looking at their appendages. I-phones, their new best friends. Eliminates lonely feelings And spontaneous conversations with strangers....

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the martyrs' dream remains unfulfilled, we race toward immortality, not having learned to live, searching for succinct sentiments, find only engineered impediments, more to being than just becoming, implement steps for resistance, movement a means, its own cause, strive...

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Who was the first person to come up with a kiss Pressing lips together really seemed like such bliss Honestly, don't have a problem Our appendage does blossom But it must be passionate, not like kissing a fish...

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Who was the first person to come up with a kiss Pressing lips together really seemed like such bliss Honestly don't have a problem My appendage does blossom But it must be passionate, not like kissing a wet fish © Jack Ellison 2015...

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Just a thought ... What if our forefathers have failed us? What if the gates are closed and we are Damned, Wondering on a date That has come and gone. We succeed A collapsed empire A widespread plague A harsh Inquisition Two world wars Multiple genocides All of which work To depreciate our populace. What if God's second incarnate Lived in a padded cell And beckoned to men with white coats, Only...

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