Fan Out Poems - Poems about Fan Out

May we be blessed as we build the fire that lights our life…. to surround ourselves with people here about… Who are there to fan the flames… not put that fire out. ...

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My twin was delusional, he thought he was a star He told me people recognized him, near and far Strangers gave him thumbs up, pretty women smiled Within him they saw the soul of a child. I said "Jerry, no offense, you are poor at conversation People yawn, go away, for the dialog duration You lack warmth, enthusiasm, any vital spark You're...

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She is every woman, Bringing love to her man, She shares erotica, Ever so wundebar, She is wife to all men, Loving chick in his zen, She can birth, she can bleed, Cook, nurse, love indeed, She has the ear of God, Ere power walk over sod, She is every woman, Hope you wave that fan!...

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Tweet tweet tweet I hear the birds speak I wonder what they say Perhaps it’s a song Or a prayer strong To welcome golden day The sunshine glows And wouldn’t you know By their cheerful chirps Perhaps they’ve learned To get the early worm And whistle while you work I lay here nude Enjoying their tune Of rainbow inflections Tan ceiling fan on Creating my own song Sunny disposition suggestion...

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photography is an obsession of mine love taking snaps by design the capturing of moments that align my passion for chasing sunshine and seeing how its beauty imitates the divine AP: Honorable Mention 2025...

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In April, the Chicago Cubs almost always play Scrappy ~ Come late July, their 'S's' fall off and then they play Crappy ...

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What can I say.? Look it up..Is my advice..Why not make your visit Today.?...

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Tempted into wrong way, Diverse team held sway, Keen fan did sag, Boys had lost the flag, Old team won, glory beamed, Traitor was back, it seemed!...

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Fan Fiction The Gospels and Acts, fan fiction for all, Written decades after the epistles of Paul. Paul knew nothing of Jesus’ life. Not his birth, his miracles, his disciples or his strife. So decades after he supposedly died, Believers craved more backstory, applied To the life of Jesus to make him seem, As great as any other god’s meme. Mark is the oldest,...

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This is my fan letter, You make souls better, To me, you're a sign. Love, yours and mine. Our hearts do entwine, Rain or sunshine, Now we recline. Love duly thine!...

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A gently warm fan In the subtropical night ...

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If you don't mind I'd like to come and watch you when you play And think of all the possibles that we could have someday I wouldn't make it obvious, I'd sit way in the back And though I'd want to scream for you instead I'd simply clap A tear may fall but that's because you sing so...

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Breeze lifts every word, You follow where my heart goes— Are you still my fan?...

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The steady metallic hum stops, while working with focus, After a second of silence, then the world shifts. Metallic fan rained down, On my safe space of the working table, Fear grips my chest, thinking about Had it fallen when I was right below? Papers fly, My laptop, my soul was touched, My focus on work was scattered. Helpless, I watch shockingly. The...

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My early morning post relates to the powerful emotions icons emit, when they leave us, forever in the physical sense. Did the passing of an icon leave an impression on you? Salute. Title: The Fan (An old voice whispers) The rivers flowed that day Volatile and wild They drowned and rocked All in that came within their way Each drop Saturated and overflowing With such emotions Like a...

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