Dock Poems - Poems about Dock

On Strike On The Dock I didn’t have time today. I was shopping very late. People went on Strike. Run for your lives. Let's raid the grocery stores. They bought up all of the toilet paper. Let’s just panic. Wemight run out of ass wipes. O’ my. Just trying to survive. Raid the dollar store. ...

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Early morning and the gantry cranes at Webb Dock look like long necked dinosaurs lining up to drink from the river - and the sky is aglow as it might have been when tinged by the first hint of that asteroid slamming into Yucatan on the other side of the world 66 million years ago. This is 2025 and no...

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I was sitting on the dock of the bay listening to a song when Otis Redding happened to come walking along. He said, "You watching the ships roll in?" I said, "Yeah, and then watching ‘em roll away again." He said, "That stuff's really dug by some. I think it’s all pretty much ho-hum." ...

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• Such a fancy grandfather clock • Standing in the center of the manor • She bought from some guy at the dock • For a little over $30 ...

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The clocktower that we chose to climb Had ten minutes before it would chime First up was the winner The loser bought dinner The outcome was a race against time...

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The dark wood stretching from the shore, nearby a rack filled with long oars, ducks swim nearby in a long row, towards the rocky beach they go. Underfoot the dock shifts and sways, responding to the gentle waves, a little boy peers as the fish zip underneath with a tail swish. Old tires posted on each side, so that boat hulls will not collide, and...

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Doctor Mcklosky for speaking of truth, mic muted by a judge? Who sides with un-sooth? Not a doctor to refute her.?? I Must take it in ( yet a minion of saturn ) in robes black as sin.' Taking no heed of (one hundred thousand dr's more) Has denied Derry's people by applying un-law full of false Gravitas is...

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As twilight’s veil begins to gently lift, The fading grays give way to golds and blues. And colors mark the waves as shadows shift, Reflective of a new horizon’s hues. Yet gazes fixed on distant unseen springs, Omit the moment’s splendor cast aside. While thoughts are lost on what tomorrow brings, The fleeting now is taken by the tide. But wakeful...

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- the rest of the story for Hickory Dickory Dock - Hickory dickory dock, The mouse wound the clock, At half past twelve The clock said it was one And so the clock was wrong Hickory dickory dock The mouse wound the clock, With each twist it smiled, Knowing this clock would decide, When its cheese would arrive! Hickory dickory dock The mouse wound the clock, Gaining...

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Hickory Dickory Dock The captain ran up the deck, When the storm rocked the ship. The sailors swayed losing grip. Hickory Dickory Dock Hickory Dickory Dock With no one to direct, the ship hit a rock Into deep waters, it started to sink. All got drowned before they could wink. Hickory Dickory Dock ...

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Hickory Dickory Dock, The mouse hushed up the clock. But Cuckoo caught him by his tail, Now mouse is serving time in jail. Until once more the clock will chime, And with both hands, the march of time Then mouse might leave his prison cell, However, only time will tell. When parole, could be his saviour, Quick release, for good behaviour. ...

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Hickory, dickory, dock. The mouse ran up the clock. The clock struck nine, It was past the deadline! He missed an interview, the job fell through. He fell sadly to his knees, no paycheck – no cheese....

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A lonely dock Where memories are carved letter plus letter Where hope lies in absence of written end Where wind nips softly, devoid of ability to cut Where a last first kiss is shared Where I battle with belief and shiver with knowledge Where it is and just is A lonely dock -s.grace ...

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My Huskie watches the sailboats From the end of our dock He cannot swim But still considers himself king of the lake Not unlike his chase of robins That flutter from one tree to another Looking down and over their shoulder Singing to his snarl I see my twenty-something visiting son Sitting the same the next day At the end of the dock No boats but...

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Dock It was deep in my heart. I want what you have. With satisfactions in our time while away. Sleep for all time. With things that take a long time for the profession. Travel within you with the balance around you. With harmonies that complete your visual pleasure. I hear the smell,the light,the sounds....

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