Expires Poems - Poems about Expires

In Her coffin Miss Amelia Albright glowed like a nightlight. Her perfumes: Ambergris, the testicular glands of musk deer and rat. Extract of Angelica, were all buried with her. A distinctive and troubling miasma. One darkly attired mourner parted his lips only to gag, mid-splutter. The frail priest fell to his knees, beseeching Holy Jesus and his Mother. Pure soul to the end, (thank God and all his Saints), she, with...

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Inside my eyes dwell tears of pain Which flood my sheets with salty rain Sure, yes I know that I am sane These memories are locked tight within my brain Limited thoughts parade around my corroded mind Happiness lost; I just can’t seem to find Hurtful images of you are cold and unkind Suffering, decaying, just leave me behind Swaying to the...

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I tried to find my way back from your cerebellum I was lost in the thoughts of your conundrum Trying to find the reasons why you would deny The love I want to give to you like free blueberry pie A poet’s dejection, a writer’s impression gained expression Romance his profession, love his possession So she is really in no position...

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Work seven till five - to stay off the street. When I do overtime - come home dead on my feet. Seems month after month - can afford less to eat. When they raise my rent - could be out on the street. My car’s fairly new; got a decent TV. My home has a view....

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Work seven till five To stay off the street. When I do overtime Come home dead on my feet. Seems month after month Can afford less to eat. When they raise my rent-- Could be out on the street. My car’s fairly new; Got a decent TV. My home has a view. The bank owns them, not me. I went back to school, Got another degree. Still work like...

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in certain time you have get on line and waited for your faith its near have no fear go fill out the form it part of the bond and no doudt you will again be hires your card about EXPIRES...

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St. Therese knows the time is near. She hears my half-flung prayer for you as you leave for the day. The house feels worried, cabinets quivering and faucets wailing. I sit at the kitchen table and open my palm where I keep my pieces of you -- your mother's pearls, your sister's smile, and the curve of your jaw in the dark. St....

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people plunged endlessly into the search because the evilness had affected us in ways that forever shattered the cottage town and the surrounding areas, a center of operation emerged in the early evening hours in an effort to find the responsible suspect to the early morning mishap many thinking minds expires, tired and weary, after looking and wondering all night, as the closing bell...

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