Best Forearms Poems

One character I used to like a  lot
was skinny, bald, and not at all refined.
yet he was superhuman when he fought
and also had a...

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From Scrabster harbour we set
Sea fishing we go
Off Dunnett Head
Dinghy in tow
 
A few hours we sail
To reach the spot
To hunt our catch
Check my lobster...

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People not knowing fidget, look around the room knocking the table as they cradle their heads.
People knowing frantically write their thoughts, feet planted, eyes crossed...

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I am just finishing my morning meditation when I hear my doorbell ring. It actually sounds more like that buzzing sound you hear if you...

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Football here; Sunday drumm'ng 'n forthcom'ng
Woe' the snap, the fans are humm'ng
Bluff to the right, tail off, fade back
Excitement in frenzy air - yak-i-tee-yak!
Uh-uh, side...

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Was it my red eyes? That had me forewarned?
In the mirrior I can't see my face, hands or forearms
My souls gone till dawn, because this...

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Hey guys this isn't a poem it's more like me telling you all about myself and my life.
As you all may know from the content...

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A pure breed horse worth value
When pureblood doesn't mix out of its kind
A kind of horse which lives within the wilderness
It's known to be the...

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Hair Everywhere

Hair Everywhere

Every part of my body looks rather shoddy because it’s covered with hair
   There isn’t a place, even my face, that...

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The phrase "Music to my ears" has been injected toward the 
wrong part of my body, and most unpleasantly personified. 
There is a record player...

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I barely notice the horse as he walks,
his gait is so incredibly smooth,
we’ve been riding all morning on this ridge,
and have settled down into a...

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It was almost like a summer ritual
To prance along the brightened shores  of grain,
When balmy trees wafted as usual
Aunt Em’s hut glazed nearby lakeside's...

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Gaia had deemed insects as king of beasts
After the last humans departed in spaceship 'Stephen Hawkings'.
'Planet Water' was in ruins, polluted, wrecked by
Runaway climate change...

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Tongues stall kind words to say -
planes with wheels on a waterway-
A relentless chase of light bulbs above wondering 
minds and breaking the switch everytime
it's...

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He has forearms much like Popeye; he loves his pork and beans;
And the mussels bulge all over; especially his jeans.
His face looks like a road...

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