Flange Poems - Poems about Flange

...Bird with feathers of fire, phoenix metronome, bursts on the edges of the atmosphere. Crumbling to dust, ash and powdery bones, fore a chance never truly appears. A velleity is made at her shooti......

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...He never came back, no one ever did, she was trapped inside with all that she knew, no more information came to her now, but he’d programmed her to know what do to, and to her father Alex would s......

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...Dont cry, mama! I feel the pain than you, Stand to your knees, papa! Ices are melting in my veins too Hells are blazing in mine brain Bloods running down my bandage Mama, breast your cryi......

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...I had the craziest time at the Squigglehawk ball all the Frazzlefairies were bouncing off the wall, Jellyfunts were swinging their enormous trunks as they boogied away with pongaliciou......

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...... things observed, thoughts of change, Drawing life...subjective sketch of charcoal. If only she’ll be still, wild and strange. The tilt of chin, may one rearrange? Through th......

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...I saw your wet dog face emboldened as a Herald upon your missing limb. His thick creases deeply lined between his nose, eyes and gaping mouth. The creviced, cutting, contours ran a moist mist b......

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...Phantoming my generation I get mesmerized each time I try Most things I see break my heart And at the same time blow my mind Education is no more for liberation But a focal tool of oppression ......

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...Corporal Angela (Ange) Birgit Kay 28July 1985 29 April 2015 I Met this girl in 2011 But alas she has ......

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...We are primates, one and all And our heritage is not from the fall. The primate group is where we’re from And no matter how far we’ve come We owe our past through ties of time And that’s the pur......

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...my family roots flange to three generations stand on a tripod the grace of values fondued by humble elders half here and half there the hopping second have tales full of humour vanishing......

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...LEAVING BOYHOOD BEHIND White shirt 'n' school tie to blue-collar, dress-code is changing with age From schooldays to pay-days, from homework to hard work School bells and game playing to work......

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...The Poem and A Poet’s Worth In senior years I sought to ply my thoughts And render dreams into a flange of words To strengthen all the senses in my brain Creating rhythms beating out a chord Of ......

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...Thusly, as per Good Sir John's contest prize contest, I humbly submit the following: Dear Sir John,of your poetic rhyme request, I will now do my very best; Sir John's Poetry rhyme request, ......

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