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Checkpoint Poems - Poems about Checkpoint


A Checkpoint of a Kind
Near the pleasure-offering joint Was an illegal checkpoint Legalized by police presence And a militarily discolored jeep, Whose size easily made the skin creep! Also, a checkpoint proving the smell ‘Aromatic’ And off bringing romances Dramatic… But mainly often eyeing The Heavy And on it dropping Forbidden Levy A doomed-to-be - seized ‘Their Gravy… I think an invitation to watch a role Happily parading a...

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Categories: checkpoint, bullying, change, clothes, corruption,
Form: Rhyme
Nationwide Checkpoint
C-risis A-uthorities N-icely D-efeat Y-ucky C-oronavirus A-s N-ationwide C-heckpoint H-as E-mployed L-ockdown A-ccordingly Topic: Birthday of Candy M. Canchela (April 23) Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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Categories: checkpoint, birthday,
Form: Acrostic



Checkpoint
C-oronavirus E-vades C-ommunity's I-ntensive L-ockdown F-or R-emarkable A-nd N-otable C-heckpoint E-liminates S-ickness Topic: Birthday of Poetess Cecil Frances Alexander (April) Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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Categories: checkpoint, birthday, poetess,
Form: Acrostic
Checkpoint Charlie
Berlin East West Wall's Checkpoint Charlie Nazi Germany To C.C.C.P To European Union Free at last Or a relic of the past...

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Categories: checkpoint, discrimination,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Checkpoint In Amerika
Gulls circled above, spiralling through car exhaust Kids fidgeted in the backseats of chaos Eerie silence, interrupted by overheated transmissions Someone blasting The Doors...theme music Stern, heavily armored Homeland Security soldiers Slowly approached, assuming insurrection Just another day in the new Amerika Land of the free, home of the brave Large signs proclaim: "All contents must be declared, please exit your Vehicle when stopped" Off to...

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Categories: checkpoint, angst, confusion,
Form: Lyric



Security Checkpoint
You had to pass through security and insisted you could stand on your own two feet and progress of your own volition. Though your wheelchair and diagnosed dementia evidence to the contrary, I figured: Who would it hurt? The stares of strangers as I held your hands and helped you to your feet informed me that I might be hurt -- Poor dear, so young to...

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Categories: checkpoint, caregivingme,
Form: Free verse

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