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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Day and night I work the soil,
For I am cursed to work the ground.
In the fields I burn the midnight oil,
For to my plow I...

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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...

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The book is a knowledge bank,
Whenever necessary gets poured like water in a tank
You quench our thirst for knowledge.
In student life and also in college;
You...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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