Chase After Poems - Poems about Chase After

Yours truly embarks on wild goose chase after elusive pot of gold alternately titled: incorrigible lottery dreamer big plans to relocate self and spouse to some tropical island paradise by the dashboard light (the above line credited to musician named Meatloaf) upon arrival of Stanley steamer. When my ship comes in loaded and laden with precious cargo from busy ports far and wide captains trumpeting...

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Yours truly embarks on wild goose chase after elusive pot of gold two alternate titles: 1. Gander seeking goose that laid the golden egg 2. Incorrigible lottery dreamer linkedin with previous poem I wrote though modesty deters crafty, lofty, nifty, thrifty... wordsmith and Perkiomen Valley poet i.e. yours truly quietly to gloat. If lady luck smiles on me denote big plans to...

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Cut to the chase after tan hat man! Though reading horror stories gearing up as strawberry spring fest full throttle danse (macabre), an only every now and again predilection genre crazy wave washing over me like a killer tsunami, harboring pier rill less night surf (subsequently fueling figurative hair razing close shave critical desperation) to save thine scrawny ****, (a derriere laughing stock, and hence cheeky of...

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alternately titled: incorrigible lottery dreamer big plans to relocate self and spouse to some tropical island paradise by the dashboard light (the above line credited to musician named Meatloaf) upon arrival of my steamer. A fool's errand finds me emptying out billfold, especially as the winnings increase ninefold. Paradise visage and eyes a bulge with dollar signs whets imagination with Mega Millions ticket bought for potential...

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I've been chasing you in the sunset glow, walking behind you quitter than a shadow; all of your moves I control, but some doubt I pursue... even your whispers I can hear, you seem so untrue. Chase after me for a change, I'm tired of feeling this rage. With whom you share your midnight sentimentality? When I hug my pillow, I make...

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No more kisses, ever after No more holding hands with my lover No more laughter, in this sweet rain No more, smiles, when you awaken No more walks in this rose garden No more, love to chase after...

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