Best Shoulder Blade Poems

A fuming, fierce and moving target
On yor species will you place yor bet!

Aiming the blade into shoulder blade or beating heart
all toreadors hope to throw that fatal decisive dart!

This bullyboy to score a bloodied bullseye in bullfight!
O'course not for the fainthearted that gory sight.

Well, that...

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A cold lion roams, doctrinaire and sterile,
The expanse of Africa offers him no sanctuary, the Saringehti no salvation,
He can only smell the scent of his pride now, his cubs shun him,
Repelled by needless roars, the revolting rants,
Tail tattered, biten by jackels at will,
His nose bit...

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The human skeleton,
is made up of 206 bones
By jove, they are hard,
as if made of stones!

The brain you think with
is in the Skull or Cranium,
the Maxilla and the Mandible
are for chewing bubble gum.

It's atop the spine
which has 33 Vertebrae in all
You're sure gonna break it
if...

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Wings flutter
     off in the distance
as I shuffle through these stones,
tasting the energy trapped in each,
scouring my lands
         for my lost crystal,
that which can mend
what I’ve torn asunder.

In frustration
   I abandon...

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The Bible says we are all made in God's image,
in every way we're a match,
so why can't I reach part of my shoulder blades
from above or below for a scratch?
The Good Lord resides in the Heavens above,
perfection, where nothing can fail,
so why can't I lift...

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Selected by the swift sound of hand to shoulder blade,
The bells upon their ankles sounded like seven trumpets
to me. I had been a chosen sheep among the Shepherd’s flock.
Lead me my Pharisees, I wish to see feel the glee in following
the Lamb within me.

The weight...

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Joey Contemplating a Skeleton

By Elton Camp

The teacher told Joey to learn each bone by name
And that there were only about 206 of the same
The parietal, temporal and occipital are in the head
At least that’s what the biology teacher then said

The atlas and axis are two...

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On white skin
   the butterfly
      in contrast
pale perfection
   now enhanced
     permanently
an explosion of colour

shoulder blade
   the resting place
      butterfly
      ...

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you raise your knee 
then stamp the foot down in a quick thrust
as a mare in warning, snap your head back
we lock eyes
then meld in each other's arms
we move together
your hand upon my hip
my hand secure at her shoulder blade
the other arm extended hand in...

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C'mon Gimme A Botox Smile!

'Pon bing asked by spouse, while she didst dock
and pooched herself abed 
handily at nine o'clock
to see "handsome" pedigree dentastix
dog face of yours truly, me no Kid Rock
yea just a chip off the

ole likeness ice sculptured block,
a sharp pain inexplicably
shoots thru...

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I feel a touch on the back of my neck
  and warm breath
     on the right muscle of my shoulder blade,
softly fingers slide
across my side,
    down my belly
where they come to rest
as smooth skin
   presses...

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Paradigm

She imagines
you’re attracted to her glow,				
her energy,						
her aura.	
					
She imagines you see the woman			
shaped by parents,					 
molded, treasured,					
wrapped and gifted to the world.

You imagine
how she would look naked.

You imagine how soft her breasts
must be,
resting on a strong abdomen,
protection for
butterflies that live there
and awaken 
with your touch.

You...

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Many times the clock goes round, sometimes the world hold still 
She can hear the tiny little drops coming out of the rusted tap
blood rushing down her cheeks as it does every cloudy Friday
popping veins throbbing like the anger of a fiery eyed monster
Something he...

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An object 
Forms the marks on my skin
They are permanently engraved
They are part of who I am

Artistic lines
Form my entire shoulder blade
Artistic, natural, and exotic
My ancestor's connected roots reassembled as something symbolic

A hummingbird
Forms a single warrior in the Aztec parade
My blood that runs through my...

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(This is Church

                Heres a seat upfront for you sir
The gentlemen said
After I followed him down
The Roman Road.
I stride over a couple next to my chosen seat
And find an overzealous...

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