Breakneck Poems - Poems about Breakneck

...Brainstorming until figuratively blue in the gills..., and finally gung-ho with a poem title important to yours truly not disappointing his Facebook fan base, which electronic affirmation, and c......

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... two singular heartbeats emergent with fluttering exhalations a tiny speck of time and temperature rushing nowhere beside falcons pausing breakneck together i hear her wet whispers kissing c......

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... "Lake Tear in the Clouds" was an indescribably pretty scene Lewis Pugh hiked in the rain; clouds lifted, he felt serene. He dove in, swam through hemlock, maple, ash and birch An adventure start......

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...I knew that Buddy would be the first dog to welcome Beau into our family. Buddy is enormous at a hundred and sixteen pounds; he looks like a pony. Galloping at you at breakneck speed; but he is a g......

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... Hillary drives a vehicle to the south pole, Gibson gives us the Flying V. In football we can now score an extra two points, and Legos blocks first hit the street. 50 inches of snow on Mason D......

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...We drive breakneck over hot roads. Churches, big as cathedrals, rocket from pocket villages. Castillo's cast their campanile on the baking earth. The Great Mosque of Cordoba, the green Alhambr......

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...Formidable flourishing fiends... harangue since landing yours truly immersed in a dream-like fiercesome state of war, not quite a dream can be described as a "hypnagogic state" whil......

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...Psychologically still thirteen Ordinarily meaning pre Internet days familiarization with me would entail bringing the avid listener into my private mancave hideaways less a physical place th......

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...Those madcap Victorian horsewomen were super confident Silly when you realize they were riding at breakneck speeds, sidesaddle In those day a woman did not know it was okay to wear pants. The clos......

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...Where does laughter go when it's done? What becomes of joyful sounds that are spun? Do those waves fly off and tarry somewhere, to another dimension, or just hang in midair? Does that ene......

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...Cracked often reminds me of pecan nuts. Cracked also reminds me of earthquake scars. Mostly cracked reminds me of Jerry Butts Who loved driving Italian racing cars. When he drove, Jerry often m......

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...And when the end comes it comes very fast indeed Not always in slow motion but at breakneck speed Said the Woodpecker to the larva, I kill Swiftly to feed! But you’re just a Cuckoo see ho......

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...I can recall another lifetime, one where I could fly Gazing down upon the earth, moonlight glinting in my eye A king among the stars with a piercing call that could terrify I was once a mighty fal......

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...I stood at the rail, watching a filly called Midnight Black and breathed in the pungent scent of liniment and leather. Love for Thoroughbred racing lures me back to the track, even when the course......

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...I’m the Seller of Rainbows Purveyor of such Delights Adding joy and pleasure to So many Rituals and Rites. Sliding through the portals In connected webs of space Physically always staying In ......

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