Best Strapping Poems

Earth element of wind, elusive to exploring eyes,
a gaseous, gusty ghost, she gyrates- gallops gallantly.
She bashes, bends, and bobs the branches of each bush and...

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Stepping past the crater towards your door,
     I am reminded of warm days
surrendered in flowery abandon while
     brushing against cool veins of
leafy promise, requiring only the slightest
     compassion...

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I’ve been raptured by the ecstasy of our bliss.
A peerless and unique love shared with affection
and to think it all started with one longing kiss,
giving...

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I am dating a young woman and we are deeply in love. However, no matter what I do sexually, she never achieves ****** so we...

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Santa challenged Jesus,
his words were cold as ice;
"I bring toys and happiness"
"I love this festive life"

"I travel around the world,
bringing lots of cheer"
"I have my...

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people stood behind the glass 
staring at him with gnashing teeth 
intent upon his death.
He saw red, angry eyes absent of all
Thought except vengeance,
Yet, in...

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Tears of joy flowed down the mother's eyes
When she held the emaciated baby in her arms
Looking more like a skeleton than an infant alive
Two frail...

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Baby blue skies extending forever
through verdant valleys 
and hugging mountainsides 

Eagles glide gracefully
on a butterscotch breeze
captivating lost feelings in me

Oh to soar   so...

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My mortality,
I once deemed far away
For I was young and strapping
But winds of time cause thinking to sway
Bringing thoughts to bear of my eternal napping.
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Only one person he trusted with his virginal wife while he was on crusade.
It was his best friend Nicolas, who was a rather handsome blade.
He...

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Born the daughter of a Lemhi Shoshone chief
she was captured by the Hidatsa in her teens. 
And sold to the Mandan Missouri River tribe
where she...

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Summer nights in Centerville, sleeping on the top bunk bed;
A transistor radio playing low, lying right there near my head.
The Big Red Machine was in...

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Walking up the hill
Head on straight 
Strapping on gloves
Sitting on the gate
Clipping in the petals
locking up the brakes
leaning
standing 
sweating
shaking
waiting
and then
Slam...

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Our blessing, our son, our family clown
The cracker of jokes, the soother of strife
Takes it all in, teaches us to slow down
Although he bungee jumped...

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Far away deep in the forest there lived a druid
It was a long journey of three to four days of
hard going with no real path...

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