Best Leathers Poems

The sea gulls down at Barry aren’t your average little pests 
 They think they own the sea side and the all wear hooded vests...

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Poem 101

Never knew just how it could happen to me
I’m so happy that’s how it was meant to be,

Just like a big funny red balloon...

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She looked peaceful in her lavender dress-
as I suppose she was. Eyes closed as if lost
in childhood dreams, small hands folded across her chest.
Her glasses...

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Death Mask

The man lay quietly prone as if sleeping,
All earthly cares laid aside for safe keeping.
A hushed silence with amplitude filled the room,
Pungent incense wafted...

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JOAN OF ARC

She earned the name
this woman
this welder
full leathers
shield in place
stinger
wielded with precision
smooth, molten slashes
melding cold iron
into heated union.

Joan of Arc!!
Don’t look directly at her
you...

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I frequent a little taco stand
Every time that I'm out west
With Elvis behind the counter
Dressed in his leathers best

Janice Joplin doing dishes 
With Southern Comfort...

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Though the father of the heathen family is a snob, the mother does blather with others and tethers their cattle with withered leathers whether the...

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Flying leathers with the wind, 
engine roaring at top speed,
black-gloved hands gripping handles,
golden wings crown her glory,
she's no brother, she's no angel,
she's Motorcycle Mama,
hot to...

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World War I gave us the fly-boys
Who flew by the seat of their pants.
Many would never return from war
While others survived by chance.

Their planes were...

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Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi


THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD...THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY...WHO ALONE CAN
SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the...

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The heat has been beating me on the back,
as the weather leathers my flushed skin,
oh how I crave my shaded path.
I remember those days,
I'd walk...

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I dream of a time 
When I speak my mind
For mothers
For women
For
Her

But all of this dreaming
Has got me rethinking
Oh what
Sort of
Ruckus 
I'd 
Stir 

What people...

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a 1 2 3 4 is not a 1 2 1 2 nor a 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8....ok then hum....x
A house...

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Times of old dwindle throughout captured in leaves of parchment sewed individually into bounded Moroccan, Spanish, and Russian Leathers, seeping the smells of old centuries...

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In leathers and silks
Before me she stands
With her short dark hair
In delightful strands

As a birthday treat
She declares to striptease
Our passion will follow
For our wants to...

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