Cue Poems - Poems about Cue

NOT FOR CONTEST He took me to breakfast then suggested a movie - he had a roomy, would watching at my place suit me? Our first date, I wasn't feeling him, but then, okay, maybe we'd become friends and good company. When we arrived, I set the movie, he sat the couch. I said, 'be right back, need the little girl's...

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Le Nouveau Monde,Le bistrot du Lounge the foods here caused a conversation One that had several people to find facts that made them wonder. In film research, exploratory research is often referred to as formulative research or practice-based research. It focuses on gathering preliminary information to understand a new topic.There are many places named "St. Leonard" or "Saint-Léonard" ...

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The green expanse, a velvet, silent field, Where spheres of color, destiny concealed. A gentle hum, the tavern's muted sound, As players gather on this hallowed ground. The cue stick poised, a whisper in the air, A calculated strike, a moment to compare. The white ball glides, a dancer on the green, A subtle touch, a strategic scene. The click and clack, a...

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The Pool Shark Double or nothing I go for the gold. I meet with the devil and sell him my soul. Content with the knowledge I will win it all. I let him guide me to the pool hall table. Dressed in my white suit with Panama hat. I stand with my cue and watch my sucker rack. As I line up my shot I hear bets exchanged. Their values...

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Not very good at going on cue, But I will do it just for you....

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POEMS ABOUT POOL SHARKS Fair Game by Michael R. Burch At the Tennessee State Fair, the largest stuffed animals hang tilt-a-whirl over the pool tables with mocking button eyes, knowing the playing field is unlevel, that the rails slant, ever so slightly, north or south, so that gravity is always on their side, conspiring to save their plush, extravagant hides year after year. “Come hither, come...

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There we sat, a sunny afternoon The barbie lit, not quite enough flame Her father fans it, wife tries to explain Happy families. Two language game I’ve nothing in common, forgotten their name. I let myself go, release my sarcastic mood We’re all inane smiles personified polite He’s waving at the barbie dust on the food My wife hangs on to her rage...

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A surprise anniversary gift, Caused giggles, which gave me such a lift, If I was a nun, I sure could have fun, A cucumber .. if you get my drift! My lovely friend Chris gave me a bag with some chocolates and a card and carefully wrapped in white tissue paper was a 9 inch cucumber which her husband had...

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The pool shark was right on cue When hitting the eight ball he knew It was right corner pocket Bounced like a rocket Around and around, then it flew...

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i imagine her skin feels like felt so when the time comes i'll touch her and ask her would you like to play pool...

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Is this war Is this life? Is it the core? Is this what we came for? More and more: Pain and sorrow, A journey and a hard knock Life coined: the dual forces Of reality, from steady grounds to earth quakes... Strange clouds to fogs, Man its cold when hit The bottom! Blues and oceans flows Sharks so scary, and whales Those giants but...

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On cue God his purpose is elusive What is actually his role? In our lives and in our planning What good is worship as a whole? Don’t we long for independence? Why would this start up a fuss? Why should we give God the power To decide what’s right for us? We don’t want to be directed Why wait for his sign and cue? We could...

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If I’d picked up a snooker cue, when I picked up a pen; and then gone on to build a break of eight or nine or ten. If I had only listened more to those who understand; who told me not to play the game by using just one hand. If I’d just watched Big Break much more, instead...

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Just noticed for the very first time My hairline is definitely receding My crowning glory, my silvery dome My time here is short I'm conceding If I ever wind up as Mr. Cue Ball Man It's my time to close up shop Basically, it'll be over, over and done No incentive with no silvery crop May sound vain, a wee bit conceded But with...

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