Attendee Poems - Poems about Attendee

...A eulogy for the me I had to kill to survive She lay in a casket I was the killer But was it really me? When the world gripped her hand and told her to kill her blackness She stared in a m......

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...The day of half poems And now I've drank a beer (3 thirds in fact - very exciting! Blackcurrant Sour, Dark Angel Stout, Best Bitter - served on a wooden paddle) I've had a great time - people all ......

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...It’s difficult To contemplate My F8 A sad ending to relate A psychological way To masturbate As I progress Thru my allotted years I face and analyze My internal fears And shed somewhat re......

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...My auntie came to visit when I was three, but nearly four. I proudly and lovingly wore her name gifted to me, a sweet legacy. I was filled with excitement and delight, her eyes twinkled ......

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...Reverend Dr. Margret A. O'Neall Developmental Minister Unitarian Universalist Church situated in Cherry Hill, New Jersey, whereat every Sunday morning, I Matthew Scott Harris) blessedly zoom v......

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...There’s speaker blaring loud voices over the intercom; Come on, come one come all; It’s all about-loud as the Bomb; Poets from all around finally meeting on hollow grounds; Words smit......

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...At first there was the talk of sanctuary sounds being too loud. You know, the sound of high volume music accompanied with......

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...The great game is who I am allowed to be the game is my name and the only way, time flies by without the look of death in a single eye. What is this "Mad world" men put their selves into, when......

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...In a theater or museum Someone’s there to check your bags And I wonder what exactly An inspection like that snags. Are there weapons nestled next to People’s wallets or their phones? Have the......

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... A New Ferrari By Rick Rucker We have changed our plans, We will marry in The Netherlands, The reason is primarily money, It is far cheaper to fly there, with my Honey, An islan......

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...The time ticks on six o’ clock the face of a shaken man. A hand moving by itself eyes the cocktail rush. He grabs his jacket torn from each side as he leaves his house. Opening of the door of the ......

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