Extras Poems - Poems about Extras

... The echoes in cartoons, The sermons in static, How every chorus begs us To wake, or vanish. Maybe God is a director. I don’t know. But the script is too perfect, And the extras too hol......

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...The grandkids are heading to sleepaway camp, Their clothing all labeled and packed, Plus all of the extras they may or not need - Way too much, as a matter of fact. They bring pillows and blank......

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...Only when my costume’s Been hissed at with steel Do my garments ripple in small, stormless waves. Only when my mask Has been greased in pale mud Do my blemishes blend with the sea of my face. ......

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...Embroidery thread comes in hundreds of hues And searching the shelves it’s not easy to choose. One purple’s too dark but the next one’s too light; It’s hard to find one that is perfectly right. ......

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...They call it a temple of knowledge, but the walls were never meant for thought— only the careful curation of power, where names are chiseled in Latin and inheritance is mistaken for intelligence.......

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...It’s a play within a play Where my role is improvised With the extras of each day Not intended to surprise There’s no cause to show concern No opinions to express What I know I’ll never learn ......

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...When it comes to wrapping presents, I am really not that good. The edges aren’t neat and don’t Lie flat the way they should. The paper that I use, though, Is quite festive, to distract From a......

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...She chapped my door Said she was a whore She was in the area Offering discounts and more I was a bit taken aback Usually it was double glazing, broadband and that Or Jehovah's witnesses Into t......

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...As I awakened to the night terrors again it's 3am. I know I'm being monitored in my own home Ciro Gargano installs cameras to watch my every movement in order to know when I write in my journal he br......

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...Life as a Rat Yes, every city is a labyrinthine cage woven from streets seen from celestial heights, but also – from the silken threads of your habits: The paths you follow, or avoid, the cafes ......

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... On stage he struts in sequined costume, a plume of feathers cocked high on head A thespian poet of no account is ranting though his troupe boasts of his skill and talent But the loo......

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...**Trigger Warning** "I Knew Anne Silently - My Ravenous Poe" I knew Anne. you’d think with a name like hers she’d be able to find her way out of unchartered water......

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... You can't beat feet, They're really kind of neat! Toes and heels, Small bones in between. Travels the world, Wherever you've been. Can't leave them behind, When you pack. ......

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...Our enemies the Philistines As we were taught in Sunday school Are extras in the battle lines To die, as we were born to rule What lovely racists we’ve become Programmed to hate our nation’s f......

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...Who was it who said Housework prolongs your life? Surely they jest! They can go take a hike I've collapsed on the couch From just the mere thought After leaving it it far longer Than I r......

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