Board Poems - Poems about Board

ouija board sally setting spiritual guidelines shes séance savvy soft black cloth small silver bell and candle silent visitors they ask their questions the pointer spells out a name deception or truth...

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TO BEING ON BOARD * I can remember when It was blackboards, Which have been replaced By their whiteboards; Loaded with selective Brainwashing videos: Primarily coded to entertain Rather than educate; Particularly, if you’ve not chosen Teaching as a labor of love:- When asked how could I, at 83, Teach without a whiteboard, I simply replied that I was A live retired living blackboard: Programmed by...

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Departed Afforded Lamented Asserted Loved one prevails the show Unanimously a go!...

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Grace’s Council — Open... One fine day, a little dit of a field-mouse, so tiny and meek, an avid reader of letters came to a freeze; dry-iced to her fav’rite spot at Grace’s library. As her teeny wee heart echoed her beat, she got stuck in a motion-less world, stuck in an emotion-filled peeve. Perplexed, unable to...

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A tugboat was pushing a barge. I wondered just who was in charge For the cargo on board, Which I wish I’d ignored, Raised some issues which somehow loomed large. Porta-potties were lined up in rows. Full or empty? Too far for my nose, But the thought of that load Being merrily towed Made me hope there was naught to dispose. Certain subjects make some...

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Teaching is a noble profession But, given less regard on golden opportunities I saw their plight of sacrifices One example, teacher in remote places Where servicing education to less fortunate ones I saw teachers start hiking on a Sunday morning And arrive at the place at evening They have to go to the ordeal of cliff hanging bridge Flowing river and rocky rough...

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In the twilight of thoughts, dice dance on an invisible board, Whispers of hope stumble through the trembling fingers of fate, Echoes of lost victories clash against the walls of an abandoned citadel, Where once, heroes with pure hearts raised the banners of illusion. Now, in the oppressive silence, the harsh truth seeps through the cracks of time, Dripping bitterness...

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How to speak and wound deeply, carbon copy sword and discord; Changed the game and did not flee, I blocked your favorite channel; Kept it clean no need for debris; Destruction is your love language, you taught it to me; Don’t hate the top of that leader board for mastering skills so easily....

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Ironing board Bare feet You'd make me food I'd eat Little later straight clothes No holes Warm in winter The splinter I have no ironing board now But still that board reminds me how I have grown to not need so pressed clothes Oppressed woes But the ironing board Remains at your place I'll remember those days And of course your face The ironing board...

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. i'm trip'n look at her skip'n grrrr hern proud out her bikini sweet loud uh meanie...

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~ To the tune of 'Let it Snow' ~ The weather inside's romantic our ocean-liner across the Atlantic Perhaps outside the storm is howling on the couch this...

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Hello 2024, Together let us create a vision board. Manifestation powers are real. What I want this year is to travel. See a part of the world that’s exotic, take in the sites get acquainted with a new culture; I’d really like to feel young again and indulge in things brand new; I want to lift people up and at the...

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Let’s play a game, shall we? It’s like ‘the Game of Life’, but set in ancient history. A skilled warrior with a strong shield, You travel around the land, learning something new in every field. There are different stages to your journey, Paths you must take, choices you must make. Roll the dice and control your destiny. You start as a mere...

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Perky above board Alice was the one we saw first Isn’t she the one who used to tease Mrs. Lirst? No, she’s a good girl, we all like her friendly ways. The one who tormented Lirst was Pete McVeryWays. Alice was living up to her name, being funny too. We watched as she danced and played a wild kazoo. She is...

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Pink gladiola fleet entered the Dutch canal at two o’three. One of the pirates said “Whoopdee dee dee” What’s on board? Asked a first mate named Prix. Not sure, he said, but it might be pretty girls, for free. His wife heard and decided to make an example of him. She took him by the ears, and she shook him...

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