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Brakeless Poems - Poems about Brakeless


Premium Member Auntie Pam
... A telegram from uncle Sam: “Your dearest auntie Pam cut in half by a brakeless tram; left her legs, took her torso – riding somewhere in the Metro.”......

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Categories: brakeless, humor,
Form: Light Verse
A Nation of Narcissists
...fumigated like stockade lice you Wall St. cologne jockeys would be 3rd World land fill recall that consciousness is tunable adjust your volume to a comfortable level because Turette's plus Alzhe......

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Categories: brakeless, how i feel,
Form: Free verse



Slim and Chance
...This is the story of Slim & Chance, Always peacock-ing and runnin’ game Dubbed the neighborhood know-it-alls No two stories were ever the same. Flashing names like badges Like detectives on a ca......

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Categories: brakeless, city, conflict, death, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
Theater of Utter Charm Part 4
...Part 4 this is a big high nine to all my homies and homers and homoerotics out there where the pedal hits the mental as we head off upon a merry adventure to the 20th century's aftermath party......

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Categories: brakeless, how i feel,
Form: Free verse
She Said She's From New Orleans
...Im caught up in her spell and loving this enchantment For her Id walk through hell and embrace my entrapment Im exploring her lips and the curve of her hips A heartbeat that skips with her I'm selfis......

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Categories: brakeless, dedication, love, passion,
Form: Free verse



Bicycle Ride
...The wind in my face and wide mouth stares Is all that's left of the evenings Hurtling down Round Hill thrilled without fears That gives onlookers knees the tremblings Why would they keep a thing like......

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Categories: brakeless, adventure, allegory, me, me,
Form: Verse
Crazy Man
...I am a crazy man A speedy car, A rash driving mind With brakeless heart Crushing over the feelings Of those, close to me. I am a thirsty man In a vast ocean of life With parched tongue D......

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Categories: brakeless, angst
Form: I do not know?
I Hate Cooking, and I Hate Onions After I Cut My Finger
...Ouch, to cut my finger... Pain and blood spills and does longly stay and linger. To give my sliced appendaged digit a much needed bath... I won't cook for a living, or go to school for typing......

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Categories: brakeless, on work and working,
Form: I do not know?

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