Best Jumpsuits Poems

Red ribbed tank top and panties.
Drawing and writing’s to earn commissary.
Rugged colored jumpsuits delivered daily through the bars.
A few women foaming at the mouth from drug withdrawals.
Smells of jailed prostitutes.
Some for murder or Robbing for loot.
Three toilet seats lined up, One shower curtain hung by...

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She's a girl with fashion and passion 
Full of life and adventure
She loves her shoes and bags
She loves her custom jewelries 
She loves to accessorize her outfits 
She loves jumpsuits and long dresses, they shape her taller and flow nicely
She has a passion for nail...

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Homemade dungeons spirit up through governmental finance. An alone home to the flight risk, trial sick, authoritative kind. So much time now spent hitting the rewind to come upon the never wanted find inside the attested mind. A proven confinement to so many of 21st...

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A creature awakens
intangible in the haze; 
a fleeting idea by faint, phantomlike, light.
Silver bars on charcoal clay
scarce, and inadequate
haunting, but in a soothing way.
Rustling bones chatter
a murmured chant just within earshot
lullabies for dream weavers
hushed and eerie.
Goose-pimpled skin bites back at the breeze
effortlessly gliding through
catching faint...

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*Image of The Farmhouse by UNS.

Hint of Autumn

Sunstar wakes, Aurora reacts,
As light skews her southernmost sky,
A roost rouses, a rooster crows,
Henhouse's wood handle lifts up.

A replete farm inclined to rouse,
Sunstar wakes, Aurora reacts,
Four-year-old farmhand gets busy,
Baskets of fresh eggs walked with care.

A kitchen's stove burners...

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a face in the night
who's gaze flickers
to and fro
the road ahead
and behind
then to the boy and girl
drunk or high
but most certain
they are intoxicated and
so he takes a right
into a darker province
of the night.

heart of darkness, protector of humanity – has stopped beating.

lining the streets
missing only...

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“Is Fashion Modern?” MOMA* asks
And so, in its new show,
The items on display are there
To let us know it’s so.

A pair of Levi’s, baseball caps,
Bikinis and berets,
A Wonderbra, dashikis, kilts
And suits from prior days.

A Rolex watch, Adidas, Nikes,
Mao jackets, too,
A leotard by Danskin,
Polo shirts (but...

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We are being taught what is not important
"Follow your Hear- a... your money or time is money."
We are being taught an illusion
Disconnected from the land that feeds us

Keep building more buildings
More highways, more factories, more trains
Never mind about producing food
We'll eat the cement and steel

How...

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Bees in jumpsuits cannot really fly but caterpillar boats can go very very fast down the canals. It is an oversized cake that bungee jumps for the longest period of time at the sponge competitions where the cream of trophies is to be won. And...

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Written By:  D. Collins 4/9/2018



The New York feds came in kicking in doors.
Frisking, then putting them down on the floor.
Snatching evidence and just about everything.
It just doesn't look good, from what I am seeing.



The "Fixer" got "Fixed" by the U.S. Attorney.
Trump quickly realized he...

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When positions of authority
Blatantly abuse their power
Telling you what you’re seeing
Isn’t what it appears to be
We need accountability.
When the murderers wear badges
But skip the silver bracelets
And orange jumpsuits and
Remain free to kill again
There should be accountability.
Too much has gone on
For too long to too many
Man’s...

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Rhyming poetry contest information below poem...

The King
By Stacy Savage

There is a beast in the animal world.
He brings many creatures fright.
His eyes are gold; he wears a mane.
He’s a ghost within the night.

There was a man with hair of black
And many jumpsuits he would wear.
He once...

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Woodstock wild is what the musicians knew
Plain dairy farm in New York, reservation due.
I was too young, alas, or I would have been there.
Loving the music, the ambiance, wild as old dog hair.

Midriffs showing, the crowd was mostly young and thin.
Jumpsuits looked fabulous, no matter...

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An apple a day
So they say
Would keep me in good figure
Dresses would fit
And so would tight jeans
As well as sexy jumpsuits
Pray, 
An apple a day
Would keep me looking
Like I am eighteen forever!

Such did I make of my daily mantra
My motto
My life's motivation
Realizing not
The health hazards...

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Some fly in their jumpsuits,
others are thrown naked
to a place where thoughts are fig leaves.
A few conjugate dots of light
into a body-language.
Many shoot off like toothpaste from a tube,
tugging slinky bodies behind them.
Star charts are parochial,
they map the contours of rumpled sheets.
Some run in the...

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