Best Buckling Poems

This solemn shore of atrophy called grief,
would sail on, sail on from this moor of thief -
while yesterday I smiled, and did achieve
today am stricken...

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Destinies departing from one another
like memories falling asleep as new experience births the extremes of Eternity,
striding past ourselves with fingers extended wildly
trying terribly to grab...

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Whereas hearts are led by loving's blindness
and feral moans drift idly on the wind
rendering those stricken deaf and mindless
their voyage - sweet beginning of no...

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(Verse 1)
There’s an aching in my back
An my knees are buckling in
My body’s hurt n bruised
friends r’ say ‘n take a step back ‘n relax

(Bridge)
got...

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Welcoming Christmas, with the birth of Christ as family gather round the Christmas tree. 
          ...

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I drove for many miles,
each one filled with apprehension
Memories can be cruel an unwavering,
when filled with sadness
Going home can bring them back

The house now empty,
for...

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I walked by the old cafe on Rue De Sienne and heard an angel playing harp 
a cherub an ethereal mome bewitching me and playing...

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I sit hearing the knock
The door standing shut and seeing no light
Me refusing to break the lock
Man sitting and stewing in the night.

Jesus waiting beyond...

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I like sailing on the high seas over crystal blue waters
I like seeing the waves rising and feeling the splash
I like sights of jolly pirates...

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She was sitting alone crying in the empty airport bar
I watched her for an hour from the waiting area down the hall
Fifteen minutes before boarding
I’m...

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What is it about seatbelts,
That cowboys find so bad,
And the worst offender of them all,
Would have to be my dad;

He leaves his belt unbuckled,
And it...

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Each limb plays to the dynamics of motion
in static vibration the virgin flower
awaits cravings within the tattoo touches
and surrenders to her animal instincts.

Wild fingers douse...

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We will stand together what a wonderful vocation, 
despite the wars and conflicts in many of our nations. 
We will stand together in these our...

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In a little ultra Leftist bastion called Berkley
a congregation of American Libertarians came,
it was March 4th and proud patriots marched forth
in solidarity for America's freedoms,
celebrating...

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I have prayed and prayed and prayed,
You don't listen ... I see the man who
Raised me, the man who worked his
Ass off day after day...

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