Best Turnkey Poems

No-one sees this but me ,im slowly falling apart 
Seem im always losing the things that are dearest to my heart
Its nothing strange I know...

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Limerick:  Once a Prince from the Kingdom Toikey

Once a Prince from the Kingdom Toikey
Insisted on being wed by his turnkey
But his you may know...

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The monitor beeps,
      With each caged breath,
      And labored heartbeat.

Snow piles in drifts, cars crawl...

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getting up and getting away
no coin toss or real reason
you have a tasted for some buttercream cake squares
i have a taste for a butterscotch mikshake
afterwards...

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Staring down the dark empty halls of loneliness
Left devastated, vulnerable and absolutely helpless
Will we ever walk out into the light to find happiness
My intuition feeds...

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Life is a journey that is anything but turnkey
Full of many doors that we must open 
As we find our way through another day
There are...

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The Lifer
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ever drifting,ever shifting
sifting through the mountainous debris
it often seems they never rest
like snow upon the crown of Everest
are the gulls of turnkey....

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The ego is a tyrannical beggar.
A loud, pitiful, empty-handed turnkey,
Powerless but for charity,
Living in fear of death by discovery....

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Locked in this prison, still doing time,
No escape no matter how high I climb,
Solitary confinement in a deep dark cell,
Far from Heaven, too close to...

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I sit on this floor 
and look at this same 
six-sided room,
a die that I continue 
in a trundle manner 
for fortune's fate.

I search for...

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Take my guns?
It’s too late 
Way too late
I’ve already dipped my head in the well of hell 
And sucked the knowledge of devastation
Your attempts to...

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The turnkey to my heart? A skeleton;
It’s understanding the rhythm and more 
importantly? The rhyme;

It’s hearing my past and calming 
every thought of the future,
listening...

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The promise land doesn't come turnkey and move in ready
         It's a self-assemble

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Aromatic alleviation that you need; 
the secret to having anything succeed? 
A blanket fort and peppermint pillow mote;

Sea of calm spiked with crimson passion;
If you...

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