Drills Poems - Poems about Drills

...Army BRAT’S Always ‘Wanna’ Fly High The tradition necessitates that as a child born unto military parents Called by the beloved acronym Born Raised and Trained (BRAT’S) Be always on the spotligh......

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...box store drills were eighty dollars and up we stopped and priced them on our way to sup Guess I will order one on Amazon, husband finally said We got one for fifty, and she is pretty – pink and r......

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... In ghostly white of midnight as sky- shadows trace gossamer streaks , I become a recluse, losing tracks of stars' grave hues and the flavor of meadows in snow grows bitte......

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...The plumber is fixing a leak; The pipe’s needing more than a tweak. So for things to improve He will have to remove Some wood panels - I’m starting to freak. Our house, built in ‘80, is old ......

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...They planted trees but forgot their water. Each leaf a wrinkled newspaper clipping from a world I never subscribed to. Noise here is curated. A choir of car horns, a sermon of drills but I hea......

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...Remembering the frantic little boy with strawberry blond hair who didn't say boo Nonverbal (though he could talk) most of his responses happened to be witnessed as his characteristic and court......

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... This time, Janice is wearing a priest collar and I’m the altar. She hisses when I open my Notes app during communion, calls me a heretic for spellchecking my trauma. I tell her my whole pe......

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... She smiles like a mission statement— all vision boards and decaf compassion. Says she’s rooting for you, then plants rumors like heirloom tomatoes: carefully spaced, watered just enough to gro......

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...As a kid, I had a brilliant plan— Become a dentist! Be The Man! White coat, big bucks, drills that whir... Then I saw my cousin’s clinic—Brrr! The smell alone could curl your soul, I n......

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... that look of innocence and expectation that a future with promises awaits their anticipation of clear blue skies and hope that tomorrow will be brighter that look of unadulterated naivete on......

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... Day stacks upon day, forming opaque windows behind me. These can be blown away at times, a clarity of vision in momentary glimpses. Here, a face most beloved, turning my bowels to water tha......

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...Lockdown. Lockdown. Lockdown. We’re all huddled in a corner, eyes squeezed tight. The lights are all off, we’re deprived of the light. Maybe if I keep my eyes closed it will all go away. ......

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...[Poet’s Note : McGregor is a small rural village in Small Karoo, SA, which experiences extreme winters. It is believed that 8 of Earth’s leylines cross one another in McGregor, making this village a ......

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... In the heart of the forest, where the ancient trees stand tall Lies a world untouched by time, where nature’s whispers call Tribal people live in harmony, with the land and sky so wide Their spi......

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... How good it is that I can see; rain pouring on the window, letters arriving, life moving on, a cat sleeping, many bills to pay... and I can feel: a wave, a sneeze when it comes, the cold ......

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