Hackle Poems - Poems about Hackle

...I just want to Walk within her words of innocence hand in paw a steady vigilance As she goes about her path of life till her soul is a force not a myth and one the world won’t contend with ......

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...Messianic Zeal Of This Good Humored Punster... Without making a twit tarring buffoon, sans unshackle irrepressible bone a fide funny reaction, or appearing the foolish spectacle of myself, ......

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...What beauty in your vices my precious perfect Being In Total Control of Herself with flash of fang and hackle for those unruly pups amiss of which fashion to behave indeed too inbred to be ......

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...You made me what I am Yet you look at me with bewilderment as I turn to stone Once I was soft, sweet, and full of love Now I hide beneath a hollow shell Afraid to be truly seen by anyone Knowing......

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...Slipping into Autumn Next to spring, autumn brings so much color, it is almost indescribable the beauty lies in the sun light glimmering in sultry reflections, the tattered leaves dying gi......

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...the two footed tackle we would deem most likely to raise authority’s hackle so better the elbow to the back of the head like a blundering backhoe.......

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...There was a gent named Hackle With a temper he’d oft unshackle. He was known to scream Uttering curses in a stream And then pop, snap, and crackle.......

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...WOMAN WRITER If interviewed on the subject of the sonnet What man has brought me endless cups of tea? They’ll say I’ve got a Queen Bee in my bonnet The male groupies will not type my poems for me. ......

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...Just a circle in the dark, paved roadway A halo of light in a blackened world Just a ray of sunlight in a forest of shadows Pointing straight while others have curled Moving on, and searching the hor......

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...I have seen it many times The come from behind The come from behind The come from behind And the chanting crowd of gold; And it will not be last this upsetting. The marathon separates will from met......

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...My heart, in a slimey slum of a demon pit. Devils, who know me by name, start to taunt. They mock, "funny how your heart can't take a hit." they continue to hackle, "You can't even handle a huma......

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