Cool It Poems - Poems about Cool It

(Intro) Yo, I got scars on my knuckles and dreams in a duffle, Life gave me lemons, I sold 'em in a hustle. Mandy said “swing by,” I said “bet,” no delay— But what happened next? Man, lemme just say... --- Verse 1 Mandy told me to stop by, I pulled up in Crocs,...

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Autumn is near ...

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The Respect Pact We believe that respect is the foundation of every meaningful relationship, community, and conversation. This pact is our shared commitment to uphold values that foster trust, empathy, and inclusion. 1. Value Every Voice - Listen actively and without interruption. - Encourage diverse perspectives and honor different experiences. - Speak with honesty, but always...

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Such throaty timbres – oboes and bassoons – such gowns! My Lady, apricot and plum, her sleeves ablaze with blue October moons – for one short night, her villa had become ...

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it’s still brick ...

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Can you feel something is about to change, is it in the air everywhere you turn? Much cooler mornings and nights are coming, less sunshine each day for us to enjoy. Days getting shorter with less time to play, nights are getting longer with more darkness. Trees are turning into pretty colors, colorful leaves will soon be falling down. Squirrels working very hard...

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Half of my poems is sugar, the other half is salt both are cool...

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Holy or jolly, you live Big and small demands to live Happy or Sad moments are buried each day to live One or many people close to live King or Servant runs their life to live Huge or less money is used to live Beauty or ugliness still covers thoughts to live One-on-one, we chase the world to live Godly or worldly has...

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As the warmer temperatures rise Suddenly storms comprise Sun faded Winds blew mightier Cluster of Clouds gathered Darkened skies got darker Lightning bolts after lightning bolts were streaking here and there Rain poured unmeasurable Thunder spoke Humility came to a brief end in cool Refreshing soak Storm passed Brief and swift Damp ground Quickly dried Summer storm Many more to follow Summer fun Never outdone ...

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swimming like lobotomized fish in a psychiatric pond. following to follow— not following to lead. following the leader, following like sheep. the pied piper always made such a fine shepherd for those who don’t think. ...

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Old School Cool (c) 2025 by the Entangled Pair She's hot, yes, but she's also cool she is a gem, she is a jewel I think she's great (and I'm no fool) she beats those drums like she's old school she pounds those skins, sometimes it's funny she hits them like they owe her money and one thing more I'll tell you...

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Do not get carried away with a man testifying about you The fleeting and lying world will dump you soon and leave you cold Hard to explain your loyalty when your eyes are closed Folly game they play, holding to unconfessed sins to do Well, a judgment day will end them anyway One thing is for sure, evil has...

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Today I declared war on my own laziness— no more delivery apps, no more surrender. I would conquer pasta. First victory: water bubbling on the stove. Time to add salt— but my hand betrayed me, half the shaker tumbling into innocent water. The pot became a miniature Dead Sea. Fine, I muttered, tossed in the pasta and drifted to my phone, already tasting glory— al dente perfection. Minutes melted by. Then—the horror: pasta demands attention. I...

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Staying up late, humming to frank ocean Seigfried, while imagining the city's lights Sitting on the edge underneath a river Admitting i'm not brave Thanks, frank I have to confront Thanks, frank all said is done what do you recommend I do? Sit outside and forget my pride? I am a fool, but going to keep my cool One day, I will...

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Intro Out past the corner store, where the ice cream truck fears to roll, Lies a block with more rhythm than a washing machine on spin cycle, Where the cats wear sunglasses at midnight, And every pothole’s got a story to tell. Tonight, I tune my axe—rusty strings, missing a knob, Ready to melt faces in the moonlit back alley, Like a...

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