Best Bang On Poems

Your reflection is a liar
It makes no confessions 
The image reaches within
Cold fingers claw at your mind
A mirrored smile
Taunts you
Haunts you
No words spoken
Yet you hear screaming in your head
You reach out your hands
Palms joined on glass
No warmth transfers as you touch
You stare at the illusionary...

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Watery eyed thoughts came,
Zap! Pow!  a short circuited brain.
Inward turned burned ocular pain,
too many thoughts to restrain 
I’m a cheap sheep making my mistakes again.
Smell my seared wool going down the drain.
Ba, ba, blackishly wishing I was right as rain.

Words accessed by my fingertips
help...

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I’m a beautiful angel like you’ll see on a tree
My snow globe plays a carol it is so Christmasy

I’m trapped in this snow globe, I want to get out
I bang on the casing and I scream and I shout

Bobby picks the globe and he shakes...

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My little boy on rainy days
The tin pots are out to stay
On those days very dry
Some hold vegetables; some meat fry

Bang on the unused pots, baby
Today's your day for fun ~maybe
My little boy; make some noise
Little one; use them for your toys
  
Oh! It...

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Ray Gridley has a possible diagnosis
Alas, rabbits do catch viral myxomatosis
Since Jan's is a famous banging bunny
Who stays far from field and ANY honey
Energizer Bunny will bang on till unconscious!

(c)Deo, 04152017...

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Charcoal Sheep

Watery eyed thoughts came,
Zap! Pow!  a short circuited brain.
Inward turned burned ocular pain,
too many thoughts to restrain 
I’m a cheap sheep making my mistakes again.
Smell my seared wool going down the drain. 
Ba ba ba, sorta blackish, wishing I was right as rain.

Worlds...

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Oh, my…oh…my sad heart’s bang on broke,
Bidding adieu, to my lover, a sweet bloke.
A tall, brunette sailor, going back to the sea.
In duress, I moaned, what’s to become of me?

Without his eyes, the deep color of the sea.
And his tanned ,muscular arms to encircle me.
I...

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I was born within the sound of Bow bells in the east end of London, this makes me a true cockney, I own a cock and sparrow down by the shake and shiver, I sell april showers, I duke of kent  my pope in...

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Look, Spoken & Served

            I myself with Oneness, sorting through this mess and disaster, 
              With truthfulness, bringing faster, craftier, eternal...

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He starts singing songs of Ireland and we are home in a jiffy
"What's a jiffy," my mother wonders
"Guess  where we went Granny?"
"I don't know but I have a feeling you are gonna tell me," answers my grandmother
"And Don't call me Granny!"
"We went to church...

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Liberty Hall

The halls are packed with Liberty,
She cries FREEDOM on the streets.
The halls are packed with Liberty,
The children forgo their sweets.

Let's have a Ball

Smash and grab, fire asunder
Take what you can, who cares!
Come on people, lets' plunder,
Don't worry about the stares.

It's your Call

Hey coppers, we're...

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I know it's not funny

What it is rather in fact

It's criminally sad

That someone in the first place

Could become or ever be

So full of their own self importance

Or so selfish and totally unaware

Let alone give a damn or care

To think so highly of themselves

That they didn't...

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IS IT HOT IN HERE?
I`m a physical, mental wreck, waiting for a beard
I have no sense of time, I`m definitely weird.
I`m peri-menopausal, go from blazing hot to cold,
I have wrinkles, bags, am fat, and very very old.
I sometimes find my my car keys in obscure...

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A ring on the doorbell, a bang on the door
They both rush past me, coats on the floor!
“Hi-ya Granddad” and “Nanny” they shout
The books and the toys now have to come out.
The T.V goes on and some music to gel
They start to argue and things...

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Grandma's Pets

My granda went away to sea
For many months on end
He'd travel on a fishing boat
With his brother and a friend

He used to write home regularly
And tell some quite tall tales
About being in a far-away place
When he was actually in Wales

Once they actually went to...

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