Bypass Poems - Poems about Bypass

Nurse Nicole, with calmest eyes, Moves through halls where silence lies— Right hand steady, strong, and sure, To Dr. Gabriel, she is pure. Level-headed in the fray, Guiding hearts from night to day, With hands that heal and words that mend, A fierce protector, faithful friend. In every room, her kindness glows, Like rivers where the soft wind blows, Or streams that twist through shaded...

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Either she had skipped a class, Now in lecture halls with Glass Or had merited The New For The Quite Brilliant Few: To no longer mow down grass Mean labor prefects bypass; What All Former mates treasure And strictly take for pleasure Like Ice-cream-recharged leisure! It is an Immunity Not in University And that’s The Adversity, For others she shall pity....

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BYPASS SURGERY It’s really quite amazing what can be done today To heal our human bodies from ailments in the way. I had some serious blockage that needed a repair, And quickly they determined what I would need in there. The surgeon worked so skillfully to clear a brand new way So my heart could work better when I awoke that...

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I hide in a niche within myself Furtively blinding the self from truth The ravenous tongue knows It is the other side of The hidden tank sealed with dried tears The rivers of sorrow bypass my heart And I smile at my isolated victory Proud that I didn't crack down When another bereavement knocked On my door and left me weirdly silent The lone...

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Our holy mother is a savior so swears the hill in Medjugorje therefore I'm asking you politely to find your own nervous breakdown (leave me and mine alone) morning cleansing regularly starts with coffee and cigarette regularly while mirrors narrow humans one man expired dated is staring at empty aquarium one man one woman eventually we all end up at tailor's in narrowing there where angels are mourning over fall now seems like gold mother's...

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Clinging to sunny Bognors regal skirts At his Majesties most royal verges The readied hand thrusts upon the lever, And, shuddering, She forward lurches. Clanking ominously over diesel fueled growls, Expediency, they said, was driven to ignore: The raised up objections and anguished frowns, And track them under tracked-over ground. For by unanimous vote they did smugly decide, Albeit tales of backhanders hotly denied, That poor clymping Parish could...

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