Bolting Poems - Poems about Bolting

... Thomas Hobson (1544 –1631) in 19th century late a Cambridge ostler and postal carrier set his priorities straight he owned a livery stable of 40 Hackney horses or more plus boots brid......

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...Amidst the tranquil moonlit night, the forest murmured secrets. The leaves rustled in hushed conversation, the shadows in exuberance darting from trunk to trunk, languishing wherever the moonligh......

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...You tell me that you've got the blues - you must buy two two-inch screws? Soon, you will find satisfaction. In a jiff, you'll be back in action, frequenting beachside hardware stores, bolting s......

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...Hashish smoke trails her along a dusky corridor Aka the hall of fires where mirage chimeras unleash Encumbered with hands splayed her crystal ball lumens wires ghostly apparitions mn......

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...I have a couple of ‘research for credit’ classes this semester and I’m spending a lot of time with my TAs. Teaching Assistants (grad students) are essentially approachable professors with longer offi......

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...Live to work or work to live? C’mon, let’s get this over with The money’s stashed in the couch near the TV Let’s get going on the only ride that’s free Don’t believe that old thing they say Th......

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...Sixty years have passed. No one knew how to spell its name. No one knew when it first opened. It was forever, like the infernal summer heat. It stands indelible at the end of my street, at the e......

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...Jodie Foster is frying peppers and eggs ~ it is late and her legs ache as she scrambles the yokes, sautés jalapenos. Today a jerk again compared her to the movie star ~a life she never wanted keep......

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...I stand in the stillness of time moving around the earth, I walked across the desert seeking comfort and a safe place to erect my tent but I was greeted with rocket and missiles blazing over my head.......

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...Jodie Foster is frying peppers and eggs ~ it is late and her legs ache as she scrambles the yokes, sautés jalapenos. Today a jerk once again compared her to the movie star. Not for the first......

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...Once upon a night so bleak, frozen silent laid the creek -- air of death, pushed, swore and swore...as if were fists pounded the frail, wood door; shutters noised, bolting and banging; metal ......

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...It’s not over yet so don’t get up and fret, it is not over yet until all is in place and everyone is ready for the big race. You have put a fake face on the screen to accomplish your sordid dream......

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...Wading into the classroom. Wednesday, 13th June, 2018. School uniform a bit too tight, My body pressed against the metal zipper, Exaggerating my jolly build. Blasts of crisp, cold air, Hittin......

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...They anchor their feet in the ground marching to where destiny is bound, hundreds of them marching in line moving out of the frying pan and heading towards the fire. With courage welled in their......

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...I'm starting at the finish line, Head spins, blood flushes through Adrenaline bolting than sound. Am I late blooming? Dried Leaves seem young. Ecstasies dance off my guts. As I dine to the fe......

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