Hamstrung Poems - Poems about Hamstrung

...stairway to heaven bound has step-wise tiers strewn with slippery slides snaking down to land head first ~ rung hamstrung......

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... Lovingly lauded.. they marauded.. rightly applauded Saffa gaffers did thrill Willow wielding wizards of Oz Yielding…lampooned..marooned..jaffas Festooned spill just like Seville . ......

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...It was a strong opponent, it fought against us very well. Many of us were slaughtered before it finally went down. Again and again it tried to run, but we chased it down each time. We will ne......

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... Power is a mighty powerlessness. Power is a hamstrung powerlessness. A desperate power is the beginning of the end of powerlessn......

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...What happened to my sex drive? (sung – in a round pussy willow warble - to the tune of -- Oh Where Oh Where has my little dog gone). Once pronounced libido of mine took kamikaze nose dive, ......

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...Approximately three plus days elapsed... without yours truly experiencing urge to defecate Neither bloating nor constipation arose, but one nondescript anguished logophile anticipated intestina......

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...The reflex of ego is to go toe to toe with evil the more mental bloodshed the better... But ego is a sloppy plodder with ill-conceived plans. its artwork is far from perfected. Too often the vict......

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...FATE LEADS THE WILLING when my life my very wellbeing depends on the actions of those around me it’s a trial to my innate sensibilities to bring my side if my destiny is to live my ......

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...A simple choice presents itself Play it safe or take a chance I sit and stew and analyze As if my choice is do-or-die I sift and sort and sort and sift Hamstrung by habitu......

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...Black girls mollycoddle, dandle cranky babies; some cradled on arm and hip, some hustled along on low-riding wheels. Brown men lounge outside bodega’s, some soft-soap, play imaginary guitars,......

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...Jumbled and distractedly jarred, I awoke beside myself like a wraith, a spectator to my primal confusion, hamstrung by the goddess Chaos, psychotic and frightfully broken. Drifting through scr......

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...Deor's Lament (Old English/Anglo-Saxon poem circa the 10th century AD) loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Weland endured the agony of exile: an indomitable smith wracked by ......

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...Alas ample alliteration available?! True (terrific) title: Trump's truckling tutored troopers...; wily word wizard worried, where world wide web wickedly wends. Triumphantly tenaciously (try ......

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...I wish I was a Tory, It would be another story, So much simpler not to care Or have to be aware Of how other folks must strive To make a crust to stay alive. I could keep my privileged indiffer......

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... Whom Do We Trust Written: by Miracle Man 7/21/2019 Every now and then, we all lose our bearing, Facing days that become gloomy, often despairing. We only check our compass for direct......

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