Best Queuing Poems

Bill’s cucumbers grew long and hard
Nuns queued up for them in his yard
‘Twas their weekly treat…
They were not to eat
I’ll finish here… or I’ll get...

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8. Transformation

Yielding to those who have mastered the art
Of grasping one's place in existence's grand scheme
Life’s constant challenges never depart
But humble diligence will grow the...

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Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall...
But stars do not cry.
Into Ochs valley, through the Vale of White Horse...prancing 
besides a Dragons Hill;
It was here...

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Wiltshire is a lovely place too be
A county with plenty of history
Neolithic rocks from north to south
You can even see a white horses mouth

With walks...

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Oh! the greatest one,
The only I believe in,
Than friends I meet everyday

Your existence in silence, 
In the deepest hearts

Earth, galaxies and great creations
Leading scientist to...

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A great storm was brewing
Large numbers queuing

Thunderstorms rolling, lightning blazed
Throngs of people held spellbound, amazed

Trees swayed with arms raised
Nature too had joined in praise

Sceptics unable...

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No exception, we grab a cart
A slice of this geography  
A part of this society. Among the lines of people shopping,
talking, grazing, cell phones...

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Walking in the moonlight 
With a beautiful girl 
We arrive outside the ballroom 
and I give her a twirl . 
A little bit of Salsa...

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A walk to school out of the backdoor, through the homemade back gate, through a narrow alley,
Cars parked on the curb, guarded by paraffin lamps,...

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I can still remember years ago in the 80's
When the pubs were packed
You'd pay for your beer with Ten pounds and get change back
You could...

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GHETTO LIFE

I'm just a black guy trying to survive
I hustle hard, just for me to live
I was born and bred in the ghetto,
And the only...

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The Journey

     From petrol station, conurbation,
          Queuing traffic moving slowly,
  ...

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The Golden Stool

 Offer me the sacrosanct golden stool
 To rest my bottom,
 Cursed! And of course abominable it is
 The Asantihene possesses it,
 I...

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We lay bare next to the skin of the earth
watching mercury dancing  around the restless sun
playing hide and seek in the burning heat
and penetrating...

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Multi Ethnic Monarch

Get it together they all say
On labours path they have come to stay
Down the social they all prey,
Social security we drew today.
Awkward stress...

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