Bars Poems - Poems about Bars

Walked in through those gates, the legends foretold/ valley of death? Try a circus of old/ The baddest dude charged, Timber! Came the call/ He fell like a Jenga tower, five stories tall/ A gang rolled up, thinking strength in their mix/ Twenty-five sprawled out, my karate did the tricks/ One guy swung a mop, I said, nice try my dude/ Bruce...

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My eyes grow wet, and my heart is swollen as i follow the Words Monica has just spoken.' She is going after that dirty Dingo dan, genocidal doer of the culling plan.' A silent Cheer fills me up.' My spiritsl now on fire 'cause our girl is tough' An angry Aussie she will not be cowed.' A determined Battler..Of who...

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I drop bars, that break bars, and start fights in dive bars “Emotio est pons, amor est finis.” I am the spark between the medulla oblongata and the thalamus. The protector of vertebrae, And the processor behind what I say Society runs from you, and calls you borderline But there is a marriage between the two It’s called, I’m effing fine The...

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A nine - to - five bartending job - the life, death, and fate of an artist. Forced to sweep cracked tile, and vacuum puke stained floors - until enough people notice him. False faith, or shall I say hope, keeps him writing, painting, singing, drawing - drinking and sinking in his own misery, dragged...

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NO FEAR OF 17 GANG MEMBERS VIOLENT OFFENDERS STORMED THE HOSPITAL AFTER HOURS INTIMIDATING MY DAUGHTER AND GRANDDAUGHTER IT WAS A LONG DAY MY DAUGHTER TOOK HER INFANT DAUGHTER TO GET HER FIRST IMMUNIZATION GOD ONLY KNEW THE GARGANO CRIME FAMILY CATRINA BELL AND CORRUPTION WAS LURKING TO KILL AN INFANT BELIEVING SHE WOULD INHERIT...

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Many blessings after all these years i got refunded for the days I worked 1997 I left a job at the BX i left in great standing actually they owed me six days pay by gods grace my pay was refunded the fact that Peter Gargano sent illegal immigrants into my home stealing documents they...

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Carl Edward Sagan who thought he was a pagan instead of hanging out in bars he learned to study stars ...

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I'm living life hard knock and it's hard to get by/ I'm trapped in a prisoner state of mind/ Sometimes it's good times sometimes it hits the fan/ I'm just trying to get by, maintain so I can live my life/ I need help, I'm trapped in a prisoner state of mind/ All my days are routine and I need...

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Anger is masked by apathy, Rivalry is a tragedy, But the real enemy, so eerie, Doesn’t stand in front of me. “Where are you?” I say it through, I don’t have a clue, So I pray for a few. I’m left behind these bars, Traveling through the stars, Wish I could heal these scars, But I’m left behind these bars. Tony, Tony, look around, Up against the wall,...

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You know how certain songs can grab you Once some notes are played? Your ears perk up, you start to smile - Attention must be paid! When that occurs, your mind demands You get to hear the rest And if you can’t, you hum that tune As if you are possessed. This morning, someone passed me by And from her ear buds came Those seven...

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Imagine sitting down and eating chocolate bars with Glenn Hughes Nothing could be sweeter than this grand event Think of all the bittersweet dialog talking about lyrics for upcoming songs and reflecting on his 50 years of music Would there be nuts in your chocolate and maybe dip them in a bit of honey One can only dream of such circumstances maybe a...

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As a gymnast with zestful glee Going to and fro she likes to flee Climbing up then down freely Swinging herself wondrously Showing off to pet monkey she does see on the tree. With jubilant and vibrant spree There she is, very mobile as she can be Exercising faith* spiritedly and enthusiastically Hopping with pull-ups, strengthening knee Mimicking pet monkey, assisting her at...

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The girl on the monkey bars likes to bring joy particularly to every young boy. who shows up on the school playground. As she hangs from the bars, the boys gather round and stand underneath her. I bet you know why. To look up her dress, the young boys try. That girl on the monkey bars – I do declare - some...

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The girl on the monkey bars Looks like a boy from afar Swaying up and down Huge muscles on both arms. Trying to imitate spiderman Shifting from bar to bar to stun To show her unique kind of sport By dropping her loose shorts. ...

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the buxom girl on the monkey bars, swung around, legs open wide, on arms, she wore her lace nickers on her head, that raised general public alarms. All men watched standing, all stiff erect, most bachelors, one with wedding ring, no one cared! what’s moral or correct? why resist, when lass does such a thing?...

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