Cartridge Poems - Poems about Cartridge

... Oh poetry, why do you not feel me. I was once your poetic percolate, the assonance to your consonance, spilling in silver ink, upon Earth's raw fibres, but in your quest for perfection, wa......

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...Take everything not my writing, amputate my joints, fracture my body but please not my mind, it is in my mind where I live, with no rules, no fear nor regrets, its in my writing where I mind only my ......

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... An Empty Page- Free Verse Empty thoughts loiter in his mind As new words he tries to find But shackled by an absent muse No words come forth for him to choose His wizened face ......

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... "A Perfect Murder Scene" underneath the gun metal clouds two bodies imprinted splayed bookmarked at the waterline uncannily close distance would never separate ......

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...(Approaching Ingalls Peak, 2012, original oil) Rites of Passage Forty-six years ago, my first winter in the Pacific NW my first winter break at college, I headed out to climb Mt Stuar......

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...1.A misfire is when the primer fails to ignite the powder. 2.Hang fire is when the primer has struck the bullet and cause delay. 3.That would depend on why the cartridge failed to fire. 4.Did it f......

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...A frustrated poet had a paralyzed pen. She wailed, “When you will move,when!” The pen with sad eyes,looked up in dismay “Mistress,my brain cartridge is empty this day.” She knew there were phon......

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...He was old and haggard, in the year nineteen twenty something A tall lanky old man, with a worn out hat and a rusty ring His squint blues eyes pulled together the wrinkles upon his face With an ex......

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...In 1996 I was living in DC while serving as a diplomat At the State Department My wife was in the military Serving as a major in San Antonio That fateful morning, I went jogging Early in the......

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...A cartridge filled with a horde of shackled emotions, am I, Trifle feelings loiter within me, until she elicits them out, Wizened by time, she knows that otherwise I might turn mordacious... God ......

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... Bang! Bang! Who shot and killed Jeanette and Harvey Crewe? By whose hand was their blood spilled? The cops they surely knew. Two fatal shots rang out that day and to a grisly m......

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...What have been sayin’ It's only Saturday Thinking in cliches is itself a cliche Father in the kitchen Eats his check away Thinking in cliches is itself a cliche Don’t you shake and shiver ......

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...While vehicle underwent routine oil change today... At Norm's Save Station 551 Gravel Pike, Collegeville, Pennsylvania, yours truly suddenly realized fifty eight years earlier (a preschooler l......

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...The Virginia Hermaphrodite (Bennet’s Farm, Jamestowne, 1629) Your Honors, Gentlemen of the Council, Ask me– how it is that I am brought here? Stepping out of church, bothering no one, I was of......

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...you release my quill from dried out surrender spell from a fountain of compassion and hope poet tree in motion when blanks fill my space book end of beginnings ......

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