Bullhorns Poems - Poems about Bullhorns

...(“Utopia and Terror Merit Badge”, 2010, original oil) The Age of Terror It’s a new reign of terror With demon hit squads roaming the earth To lurk on roof tops, hedges And parking lot......

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...A politician using a bullhorn places it over the mouth Though given the stuff that comes out it ought to be positioned down south......

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...You should be strolling fields of wildflower munching heavenly grasses sun polishing your satin flanks sipping from a lily pond running the hills-full throttle tail twitching happiness rubbing ......

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...As spring fades to summer, and summer to fall, The world goes on turning, indifferent to all, Not caring for emperors, peasants, or popes, But forging fresh fortunes for scaling new slopes... <>...

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... Force, Don’t Think So Written: by Tom Wright 3/15/2018 When we surrender to numbers we then enable, But demands alone won’t usher me to the table. I never cede to force and have no......

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...bullhorns in their hands the right of free speech for all gags in their pockets......

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...One day I was awakened, I could sense change in the air, No humility, This feeling was like no other! Nothing could compare, I proceeded to get ready for work, When I stepped outside, Birds we......

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...“It” embraces “togetherness” Like blemished mascara on a retired call girl “It” would speak in aggressive audible banter, As if crystallized bullhorns were Strapped Onto unwelcome seating arra......

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...A game of musical chairs has just begun in earnest. A pot and kettle band arrives through the dining rooms’ French doors following the Valentine Queen. A putrid pink flamingo with a croquet ball ......

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...Most people would not try to arrest me, Or even think about shooting it out. Surround me with bullhorns ready to shout Tough, not as tough as they pretend to be. Which detective will bring me to ......

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...Me and Alex were walkin' on State Street one early Saturday morning in the bright sun reflecting off deep snow. I saw long-haired ghosts of '67 drift by on the nearly deserted sidewalk....Alex did......

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