Earwax Poems - Poems about Earwax

... When we set out on a road trip We didn’t stick to the old script And were gladly amazed And rarely unfazed Hitting strange towns though some were skipped We started from Thatsnot, OK Which ......

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...The monotony and solitude of a quiet life stimulates the creative mind. Albert Einstein When whisperers are seen and colors are heard The......

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...All of the failures are mine All the successes are theirs I cannot stop ordering wine I keep rearranging the chairs Don’t stop Don’t stop Don’t stop beating yourself up Should you go to Ma......

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...He has left the world. A half-made bed creaks still. A life left elsewhere, not here in this blue rat-tailed viewing. Display the cold hands, the musty suit newly buttoned. Teeth wedged t......

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...Such Innocent Madness Listening to KHJ with the Real Don Steele, playing it straight and loud on Boss Radio, with an Elusive Butterfly wafting about, inside the tan ’68 Caprice, when his sec......

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...Here we are a title of a song, a transitional statement with no meaning does it really serve a purpose delaying the inevitable train-wreck these words will incur I concur words are meaningless, ......

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...Where Did My Freedoms Go? By Linda Hays-Gibbs Where did my freedom go? It was here not long ago. I was sure for all those that fought and died, Someone had surely lied. I cannot say what I ......

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...I can barely hear the sound of the engine of my favourite car Through all that traffic, the cheerful laughter coming from the bar I overhear parts of conversations on footsteps of passersby The so......

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...‘You have to leave, miss. The club is closed’ Bang. Bang. Bang. ‘Okay’ I stand My head spins I sit down and pull my knickers up. What the hell had happened? I remember Tracey with her arm around ......

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...I wish that we had some understanding on a subject For Pete's sake because he's tired of explaining himself To dim-witted losers who call themselves philosophers I wish that if you speak, convey w......

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...Gooey yellow stuff Lying deep in my ears Makes my ears tickle......

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...Motorbike I bought a little motorbike, on monkey spit it ran. But the monkey I got with it, took a week to fill a can. So out I went and got a chimpanzee, thinking a bigger ape more fitting. ......

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