Charging Poems - Poems about Charging

I’m in my pajamas. With stars on my pajama pants. My pen is on the nightstand. And paper never lasts. Everyone is cooking breakfast. Too many slices of toast. Bacon is good, but it makes too much noise. My laptop died. And then the sun came out. And told me there is a package on the doorstep. Something I ordered a few weeks ago. That I...

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Boomer rang my doorbell his blue jeans had expired Required late-night charging he knocked back whiskeys for a while...

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November 27 Scripture Meditations Based on 1Timothy 5-6 Key Verses – 1Timothy 6:17-18 Charge them that are rich in this world, that they be not highminded, nor trust in uncertain riches, but in the living God, who giveth us richly all things to enjoy; That they do good, that they be rich in good works, ready...

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"The sea, like life, is at once serene and wild. There is no choice other than being lulled by its serenity and smacked by its wilderness, in turn"- by poet I stand on the sea strand, Over the stretching sand. Before me, waters roar, Like a charging wild boar Full of malice to tear. I stand on the sea strand The sea,...

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February 8 Scripture Meditations Based on Deuteronomy 11-15 Key Verse – Deuteronomy 11:1 Therefore thou shalt love the LORD thy God, and keep his charge, and his statutes, and his judgments, and his commandments, alway. MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR CHARGING ME TO LOVE YOU ALWAYS Thank You for charging me to love You always with all my...

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Charging Blues My power bank was dropped a couple of days ago... Now it is no longer that efficient for power on the go... The charger I have brought here with me, it is incredibly slow. .. From early night till the next day, my phone is yet to be 100% charged... Definitely a Rio Olympics record of a hand...

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The caliber of my body contains fire A roaring passion, embedded truth That would send shivers down the spine of a lyer A soul that awaits the coming of the messiah A furnace that a tsunami is afraid to come near The mind must see that there is nothing to fear Then will arms and legs get into gear...

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A giggle and screech filled pond on the crushed gravel path a sheen of sweat forming on my medditeranian nut browned skin; waylayed was I by a hitch-hiker. The gnat maintained a steady oribit about the circumferance of my head, wether held there by some unknown power or the monumental magnetic magnitude of my brain; none will ever know. Arms swinging at...

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