Can Buoy Poems - Poems about Can Buoy

numb butterfingers need inflatable buoys attached to their phones to stop the silly slip dips to which dumb users are prone...

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I should be going somewhere, I should be doing something, And be living a meaningful life but I'm not, instead I'm just Floating, floating, floating in a buoy; Here is where I am drifting nowhere near to anywhere and I'm distant, close to nothing distant and drifting Floating, floating, floating in a buoy; I don't know why I'm content with choosing less than the best for myself,...

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I reminisce about the sunshine days, I listen to soul-lifting music, Absorbing the melody and its message. I remember my mother singing spiritual songs. I talk with my siblings on the phone, Recalling our memories, Discussing the present, And anticipating a bright tomorrow. I sing under the vast sky, Unbound and...

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The door is open, To the month that precedes the year's end, The curtains have given way, The eleventh month has taken the stage, A transition to the change of time and season. The plans for the year are brought out, The to-do list is run through, The highs and lows are considered, The shortfalls and superfluous are evaluated, The ambitions are brought to...

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Big Buoy Bob There is a big buoy Named Bob He has an unusual job He sits on the grass With his ever flat ass Never to ring His ding dong...

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Sharing a thought Is not best spoken in a passionate language It is not best written on an aesthetic scroll It is best conveyed in poetry As my ink spills I can’t float I find myself almost submerged in my verbose outrage I hang on to my pen like it an oar Emotions want me to word a story But I have to...

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(my fashionably late xmas greeting could long foster for this century 21 a meeting of thee poetic minds pleasantry sent once boot not worth reap peat ting). up in the air mine barrel sized girth sloshes with cheap beer wishing many strangers happy holidays and good cheer making me suitable ...

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Just point her nose straight out to sea to view God's glorious serenity Look towards heavens, praise in prayer You'll find God's church everywhere. ==================================== Lake Pontchartrain is where I take my boat ,"Atta Buoy" when I want to see God clearly...

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