Best Burn The Midnight Oil Poems

While we sit with our coffee and poetry,
The Fear Frenzy Makers burn the midnight oil.
Digging up lies, just anything man!
To stuff up your brain like cement in a can.

They've succeeded in making you believe the
world is ending and...
That only chemicals sold by a fracture led
pharmacy...

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Kissed by the rebel mouth of Dionysus

set tight against their fulsome lips;

lapped into shapes by intoxicant tongues,

arms fused in a chain of swaying hips.



Tiptoe this sisterhood of Athena,

this trio in bright synchrony;

blown back on Acropolis stilettos,

risen skirts above the stockinged knee.



Aphrodite waged love at closest...

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OK!! Love is good, love is good,
But hey, will it buy me food,
For bread with love can I pay,
And my bills and taxes too, I say?

For love, much I will toil
And burn the midnight oil,
If love be the legal tender
I'll work as a love peddler.

For...

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Is checking crayfish gender easy as you might guess?
Tugging on the legs results in quite a mess! 
First know your species, molting phase and such
Lift the legs and "peeks" won't tell you very much
 
Gender identification your first step towards success
Knowing if you have a...

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Ideals

Ideals 

High ideals?  
We all had them 
In the forties, in college, 
those long, all-night
heated arguments,  
sitting cross-legged 
on the floor,
debating how
to change the world.
Words – ideas,
what we could do
some day.

Twenty years 
before the sixties, 
waves of political injustices 
student revolutions
on campuses
across the...

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Fear

I throw a towel into tomorrow 
But I wake up in the dead of the night
My nerves won't let me have a moment's rest
My heart is beating out of my chest
I decide not to fight it
I wake up and burn the midnight oil

When I leave...

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We both had a passion
for books and nooks
so the library was always
a great place to meet
till Shush! Shush! we’d hear
Be quiet now! from the librarian
with the face of a mule
well you know we’d melt
into one giant gigglefest
and ditch the sullen library
to head out someplace else
we’d...

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I burn the midnight oil 
To fuel these thoughts that are nocturnal 
Pen and paper is my late night affair 
Hours and owls that chime in like clockwork 
This isn’t harry potter but I will send these secrets through thin air 
The patterns we can...

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Towards the Horizon

Sitting in a corner, absorbing the incandescent hue,
A malt for company, awaiting a magical cue,
I often wonder, all these years, where were you?
I reflect upon the days which could have been,
I reminiscent our childhood, sans together we were weaned.
Envisioning moments which could have...

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the going gets tough
no pain no gain sink or swim
burn the midnight oil

soldier on stick to 
your guns bite the bullet come 
hell or high water

go the extra mile
the going gets tough stand your 
ground dig in your heels

up and at ’em where 
there’s a...

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We both had a passion
for books and nooks
so the library was always
a great place to meet
till Shush! Shush! we’d hear
Be quiet now! from the librarian
With the face of a mule
well you know we’d melt
into one giant gigglefest
and ditch the sullen library
to head out someplace else
we’d...

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I am turning half of my garage into an office space so I will have more room to scatter my unorganized thoughts into even bigger piles. Of course, my neighbor had to mosey on over to see just what all the commotion was about. When...

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Said he, “Life is but a short journey, a dead end at best and over all too fast,
but along the way admire the view, enjoy the ride while it may last.
No ifs ands or buts, there are no shortcuts, we all fall by the same...

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Its always been the same crucible
,burn the midnight oil,
welcome to the new heap
dig the new shovel
Life in a private nunnery
waiting for euphoria
for someone to offer her a miracle
Like the calm before the storm
Shes so grateful
all awash in the World


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