Checking Poems - Poems about Checking

Welcome to the Inferno, Your room is almost ready. I'm the hotel manager, My name is Mister Eddy. You're in the hotel lobby, This is the bellboy Jerry. If you sign the register, Your luggage he will carry. You might wonder why you're here, I know it seems informal. I'm sure you have some questions, Believe me this is normal. I'm here to give you answers, But before...

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Checking out our Halloween faces We are simply happy to be in good graces The ghosts are out, and they are laughing like loons. I see the beauty of both of our harvest moons. Yes, this is an alternate universe with extra stuff. We have scarecrows that roar, and lions that are never rough. We have witches and goblins, but they...

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It is a bit of an inconvenience to have A werewolf living in our refrigerator, A troll residing in your underwear drawer And a vampire who reads our mail. My husband looks up. “That’s right,” he says. Assuring me that he is indeed listening to my every word....

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What else is there to say I’m stuck in a nightmare On repeat And it keeps going Yet time is slower - You took it with you Time doesn’t make sense Left us in the dark Unable to feel you A knifes stabbed in my chest And I feel my heart throbbing This life became a goddam mess...

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"Checking In" (Verse 1) Hey , how are you? Please tell the truth. It's ok. To not be fine It shows your human You have emotions Time for daily devotion Devote your time To only yourself Scratch that we all need God's help (Chorus) Hey , hey you It's your friend Just checking in Hey , hey you It's your friend Just checking in (Verse2) We...

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The Magic Trick of Checking Out By David J Walker Now you see ‘em Now you don’t The magic trick of Checking out Leaving familiar traces of A Lived life Lived like Only they could live Now you want to But you won’t Say the things you Meant to say What was the final count of The heartbeats, The breaths you breathed, The steps taken in your...

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I wear my ugly sky glue paper because of the work mandate It reminds no one of a pretty summer or spring day believe me Warm sweat droplets under my nose slide into my mouth I have been capsulated into a self-imposed mini sauna Hot vibrant blue wrinkled latex-free gloves suppress my hands Making no easy task of the things...

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How can things go wrong all at once Dreadful must keep checking for a pulse Brighter days ahead Negativity we should shed Not easy with the news we're engulfed...

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I veer my car over to write down the opus that just now formed inside my head or I will lose it, thanks to my ADHD muse ...

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Socked and winded unconscious checking account... (alternatively named last poetic endeavor for 2019 issuing out cerebral petrified complex edifice fount wobbling as hood winking ornament mount). Speedily rushed to intensive care unit courtesy Brinks armored truck Citizens Bank emergency crew monied staff got no luck after electronic wires connected vital signs needle painfully stuck showed absolute zero change according to Huck Finn - whose hushed tones only...

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Checking Out by Edmund Siejka In the dimming of twilight My wife holds the phone close to her ear Lines of worry crisscross her face She is talking to her sister Whose husband is in the hospital And has taken a turn for the worse. “Charlie is not doing well He’s in a lot of...

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Rhapsodic impulses of skin suffused Exulted passions rendering, disused Intensely emotional of flushed amor A mere filament lisp of a lustful gore Susurration; within my own sad soul Mellifluous lullabies 'till I, rest whole ...

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Me sweetheart gave me a shirt with lettering “how to pick up chics” I dressed to kill and put on a wig wore a stylish hat ,I looked like Fabrio this was better than the dating page no calling and no waiting I wore me shirt uptown surely I would get me a pretty one I stood by the deli where the young ones...

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Many times still, when a pretty girl walks by I pretend I've got something stuck in my eye But all the while I'm checking her style At my age, most of 'em score two hundred and five...

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Tim is a thinker and operates within the logic of his brain Reasonable thoughts solutions imperative webs rule and divide analyses paradigms and guidance from hell He googles and ogles centrifugal dispersion displayed on the smoke screen of distracting internet searches A seeker he is however the computer can think but not feel He had encountered Dialectical Behaviour Therapy with the...

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