Best Blowing Up Poems

In 1957 I took my teaching certificate back to the land of my mother.  
She was raised on a cattle ranch in the north central area of Nebraska.  The 
famous Sand Hills.  It was there I found my cowboy and we ranched...

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The clouds above ooze and billow,
And the ocean is howling and thrashing;
A lighthouse is lost in the vortex,
Oh, will the bricks hold or start crumbling.

Wild and angry is the blustering wind,
Blowing up huge white foamy waves;
Screaming with gale force strength,
Oh, will the keepers go...

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Blowing up things, unfortunately,
Birth’s the printing of endless money.
By Gov’ments and world money makers,
That overwhelm global undertakers.

Yet we cry out that war is unsound,
That it spreads grief and guts all around.
Yet money printed that’s spent on death,
Shamefully gives our markets bad breath.

Which helps to inflate...

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A lady with a weak bladder*
Thought nothing could make her madder
But Heaven knows
Her pantyhose
Revealed a soaking-wet ladder! 


*Weight gain stretches bladder muscle causing 
leakage.  The French strengthen bladder muscle by 
blowing up balloons.  The Japanese prefer sitting on 
a wooden stool and repetitiously...

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Wading In Coolest Streams Of Subconscious Delights

Often I wish my life had been a lost feather,
blowing up high within a sea swept moaning gale.
Lost but quite content in such furious weather
spirit justly weighted upon a cosmic scale.
Often this young heart seeks even greater release
wading in...

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I saw the Elm trees 
Standing tall in the cold winter
The freezing wind has withered their dense leaves
Blowing up alike  fireflies 

Their tough branches hit the hurricane
I heard the wind hissing in pain

The baptism of the wind 
Revealing the resilience of the trees 
When...

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June 1992 seated with special agent Leroy Heimbach his rookie Kevin Dreary I was just settling in after being held hostage for a week brutally beaten by my abusive husband my children and I was blessed to have angels watching over us we settled into...

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I would need this gun
To complete my mission;
I would need this CD
So I can listen;
A cell phone
To say good bye;
Kleenex
For my cry;
This is the sweetest suicide;

A car
So I can drive;
A pin and pad
To leave a note;
Alcohol
To numb the pain;
Weed
To f up my brain;
Maybe coke
To thin...

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The Ash Can  ©

I got the call on Sunday night.  I was traveling on business.  When I looked at the caller ID
 I wondered why my husband’s boss would be calling me.  I was unprepared for what
 he told me and...

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Problems in the mirror may be further than they appear
Don’t fear when they’re near, they’ll soon disappear
help is here, let me give your mind a steer
I’ma just keep writin’ until it all appears clear
coming to you live from the heart, no veneer here
closing in on...

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There once was a man who ate nothing but prunes
He was broke and howled at the moon
He was desperate for work
And got some soon
Blowing up air ballons.


There was a man from pakistan
Who owned an old ice cream van
But the ice cream melted in the sun
Poor...

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It was the last period.
The breezy school day was almost done.
Mrs. Johnson and her English class relished
Getting a restroom break and a bit of sun.
They were gathered on the gazebo.
Antonio and Ned were poking fun.
Sometimes even a laugh
can start a great big one!
"Fight," Angelina screamed.
Who...

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Evening came and the Harvest Moon was about to rise,
little did Johnny know this night would bring him a surprise…

Johnny lived in a mushroom village with many folks just like him. He carried an over sized set of hands and feet. Johnny was a Fable...

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desperate times leads to desperate measures wth whom do you treasure
we mix words in the street still trying to repeat moving ahead to the walking dead
a canopy of dreams inside of me together you will see a whole of of brevity
he ain't heavy he's my...

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How dare you proclaim that I am perfect!
See these scars?
I am weak!
See these tears?
I don't even know why I'm crying!
My mind is my prison,
keeping me locked up while depression holds the key!
I try to move past the little things,
but they are like cannons, 
going off...

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