Cadillacs Poems - Poems about Cadillacs

...they’re out there, driving Cadillacs, counting their money like dead fish, smoking cigars that curl up in the air like snakes. they don’t give a damn about your pain, your hunger, your rent o......

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...The McCormick family loves wheels We like bikes, trikes, mopeds and motorcycles We like Fords, Chevys, Lincolns and Cadillacs. We are also racers. Others watch the Indianapolis 500 We like dri......

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...The season, spring year 2031. One year went by and Delilah was 4 months pregnant When Molly Was 6 months pregnant. Other Then that, the passed months were Unremarkable. The ages of Damian......

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...i never dreamed i would miss my first haven. the dusty little room filled with a misty smell. windows covered with dusty soot, outdoors a little hell. the abandon flats with shadowy visito......

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...Rapacious greed avarice's creed voracious appetite devours every bite Never enough silver craves ever more gold his insatiable lust never grows old Rolls-Royce, Lamborghini Por......

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...When Marcelino Manuel da Graca aka Sweet Daddy Grace came to town. At an early age, I must admit that I was excited along with the majority of the Black community of the South East section of the c......

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...Sunlight paints your blush with ruby highlights, inking you in stunning cinibar tints. And romantic thoughts glow in your aura, inspiring both artists and troubadours. With wafts of rom......

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...They set up tents by their big ol' cadillacs Up the road a-piece from our little house In a vacant lot where nothing but weeds grew. Momma said, "Don't you go up there and stare At them. They mi......

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...As I took my initial sip of beer in that dusky bar on that rainy night in Amsterdam, I forgot about Van Gogh and the canals and tulips, and was right back in Smithtown. The first beer I ev......

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...AntiPoem 2 You know only one thing and that is: Dying is not on the agenda. Let us march now inside St. Mary’s, March reverently through these green repentant doors, These holy portals to gr......

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...Time To Cook the Rolls “Honey, turn on the oven to 350; the movie is starting!” Soupy Sales is kicking back with June Taylor at Studio 50. He is flirting with her leggy dancers as they feed ......

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...Repair shop Worms and dinosaur blood, toil and fuel, Doors I’ll hold for you. Pure, old as moonlight, the marbled Cloister of your pleasance I’ll affirm They will come for your museums, my l......

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...You've been dead for the same amount of time that you lived, forty-two years. You were loved and your death devastated each and every one of your peers. You didn't perform in all fifty states, one ......

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...The story became too heavy I did went on to empty it But I was timid That the outcome could be negative Which could undermine my dignity A few days down the line I did shake heaven and ear......

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...It's going to be another hot Amarillo day, but as I emerge from my car, the morning is still only warm with a gentle breeze blowing. I quickly cross the frontage road and head down the packed earth ......

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