Grease Poems - Poems about Grease

I stood there helpless not knowing what to do as the crowd began to swell and the message began to spread. I found myself in a crowded place and strange people running all over the place group together and going on a mission to kill the devil. They were armed with long hunter’s rifle, pick...

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I was more of a step stone than a stepson a tiny stone leading to the heart of my father. You played the game well... though squeezing a ring from the coal of his lonely heart. So, there I was minced by little boy blue grief then tossed into your beehive whirlwind. You wisely hid your wicked side...young bride... Many times, playing...

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she clarifies bacon grease to make the popcorn once it is in the bowl add seasoning with butter a tad of garlic, sea salt, sugar the layers of flavor are a paradise scattered in each morsel this means a romantic movie tonight probably one we have seen quite often i never tire of this holding her hand as she tears with each tear, i...

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I tried to do some grilling But the sky just opened up And it rained like Noah’s time Each raindrop filled a cup I’m using here hyperbole To make a point of rain The grilling of the burgers Could not even begin So I used an indoor griddle To heat the burgers through It wasn’t quite that bad at all I was trying something new I think...

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Some of those closest to me are concerned my poetry does not rhyme every time. I do not complain, but try to explain that total symmetry is not important to me. The meaning of a verse is, for better or worse, the point of a piece. Rhymes are just grease. Mental lubrication to let words slide by, while I try to impart a certain feeling, repulsive or appealing. This frees myself...

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My name should be Lucille. I am that squeaky wheel. If some things wrong I'll weigh it. I'm not afraid to say it. Some may not want to know her. She's been a whistle blower. I'm not a quiet bird. My voice is always heard. I'll never give you peace, so just give me that grease....

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Of glass I started at a shop, But then they filled me up to top. And day by day, I would decrease, But now I serve just for the grease. Sometimes I wish I was refilled, With pickled food or grains a-milled. Despite the options rich and rife, I hold the grease my second life. And when I sit below the sink, I...

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There was a little girl I knew Whose smile so brightly grew She listened to her Mom and Dad Was always good and never bad Once, she cleaned the oven interior But, soon was feeling quite inferior Her scrubbing and rubbing concluded With her so sure she had been deluded Nothing she did made the oven clean Bringing its heart to such a great...

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It took him two trips to set it all up. He kept it simple just the way he thought she'd like it.. A basket of fruit and ritz crackers ham and cheese sandwiches,,, and her favorite a giant wedge of orange chocolate.. He did splurge a bit on the bottle of pink champagne and a spray of red roses. He hid the question...

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In this ever-changing world of entertainment any day An artist could accomplish what he once thought Was an impossible feat with a little elbow grease And dedication you may gain a reputation For being remarkable you'll see With the right preparation there's no limitations On who you could become but don't be dumb With all of the...

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Coaxing Words from limbo Into life. Slipping them from The pocket of Your muse, onto Eager paper. Lovely linen, Thick with roses. Or threaded with Barb-wire. Altar for the gentle Blood of visionaries, Mingled with axle grease For sturdy wordsmiths Eager to lay concrete verse Lasting beyond time....

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ANNIE ELISE REST IN PEACE DIED BY FISH GREASE Rest in peace Buried in this plot, Anna Elise Occupation was fry cook Died: burnt by hot-boil fish grease 9/18/18 Written by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018...

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Cleaning Under the greasy stove Behind the washer and dryer Inside the smelly refrigerator Under the bed where the best shirts hide Such a mood lifter Cleaning...

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I have chills that are multiplying and skin that needs grease lightning 12-22-17...

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We would talk all night During the summer and winter And we'd ignore our eyes begging And our hands burning And our cheeks shined And our foreheads were grease beaches And our skin was sand for the oceans of hair And we never washed our faces And we wrote crappy letters Saying things we both knew And we'd make each other cry And we'd make each...

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