Dozen Poems - Poems about Dozen

QUESTLINE what song do the old never forget YESTERDAY OPPOSITES in the midst of death - lichen comes to life TABB out of the picture - blanked SPRING NO more frozen earth BUTnature's new birth SWITCH verb to noun changea dollar to cents. CHANGE QUATRAINO HINDSIGHT 20/20 myopia lens DARYUSH 5/3 PAUSE hesitate & dream - and receive STREAM of ...

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There's a MAGA 6-pack, Sitting aloft the highest bench. Where they've decided once again, To throw in the monkey wrench. It seems they weren't satisfied with, Just taking a peek in Pandora's box. They had to turn it completely upside down, Shook it well, only to...

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Oh, to write a dozen poems Then…post only ten To rise upon the morrow Saying…”won’t do that again” ...

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Half a dozen plus years ago the following became a near reality Countdown to homelessness – mars this earthlinked sole Harris - son panhandler would would register pyrrhic victory won. 10…9…8…3..2..1… Found me linkedin at the end of my wits mein kampf and hard times playing on big screen at the Ritz vamoose oft times motivations quits for -- no money...

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Sometimes in life you r gifted a 12 bright red roses And when they r presented they r often a celebration of Love Joy Trust Peace Happiness Future But then one by one something happens that causes them to wither The 1st couple may be the weakest and the easiest to think you can let go of A joke that...

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Thirteen is a baker’s dozen, Or a scary Friday night. Missing in an elevator, Or a 12-year-old’s delight. Rite of passage from a tweener, Cooler in so many ways. Does it bring a new demeanor? That’s for others to appraise. An impish grin and razor wit Make it hard to guess the years. Daddy’s girl still loves to snuggle; Raging, crying, full of tears. Thirteen is an...

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6/27/22 Instead of what of them Shout out to my cousins Damn look what the cat drug in People often buggin' Another useless discussion They say it all comes a dime a dozen Endlessly fussin' Fighting over an english muffin Usually from one being a drunken At such a pitiful rate, none win Eyes becoming sullen and sunken Areas desolate or flooded All of a sudden It turned cold...

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A ninety thousand dollar Jeep, And that’s a standard one, no less! The ‘23 Grand Wagoneer Conquers the school lines best, I guess. If Coleridge dreamt of Rubikahns With pricing up among the stars, I’d search for stash of heroin And check his needle arm for scars. A capital idea though And P. T. Barnum comes to mind, So climb up in that Wagoneer And leave...

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A dozen ducks were bobbing On the river - what a sight! The fact that there were 12 of them Just filled me with delight. If there had just been 2 or 3 I’d not have been impressed And, at first glance, a dozen Wasn’t what I would have guessed. Of course I counted! Now, when thinking Dozens, one supposes, I should add...

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(A guy told me today with total confidence that for women, men are a dime a dozen. That has never been my experience which inspired me to pen this piece.) I could have collected empty soda cans from the side of the road and cashed them in They were worth five cents apiece back then I only needed...

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walk in these shoes a dozen miles hang down you head like a defeated, disciplined child think in your mind the times of strife you have beating in your heart your last blood you bleed less go asleep and as you wake you awake just to sleep and all your dreams you've been denied come and go run and hide Over the stones over...

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A dozen roses petals falling away one by one, crimson red burgundies fading Cleopatra longing in seduction Anthony succumbing with every touch at I love you; fading red to gentle pinks reverent grace and innocence calling out to you, a single white rose in purity Adonis wounded in love pursuit Aphrodite rushing to his side, set...

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Fishing rods and reels, and bicycle wheels, gentle thousand yard stare, daisies in the dunes, measured afternoons all without a damn care. Bake shop coffee and wet shore like toffee, Hampton Star in my lap, on the beach sipping, salty wind nipping at thoughts of that day’s nap. Sand like gold powder, piping clam chowder, oyster cracker crumbs, shy deer in the brush,...

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She said she was interested... She said she was single... Turns out neither was true except for... Money to pay for her shallow appearance, her nails, her yoga lessons, her kickboxing lessons, her makeup addiction to hide from the world her true nature. Her definition of single and broke is vastly different from mine. and not one mention... of the wellfare of her child...

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Born into an ordinary, churchgoing family No one expected Satan to reign supreme Relapse and rehab and sobriety chips Postpartum vacations in the psych ward’s west wing Three decades of life, aged twice as much Finally lulled into domestic bliss The wild can never truly be tamed Excitement and fire I missed Turned my passion of life toward writing instead Cause 50 years old...

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