Heave Poems - Poems about Heave

Lè yon fanm renmen ou Ou pa ka fè anyen mal Ou ka chame li ak yon ti chanson Nan men ou, li pa bezwen anpil. Lè yon fanm renmen ou Mond lan sanble li trè bèl Tout bagay anfò, an pinpan Lè yon fanm adore ou. Se tout ane a ki printan Ti zwazo yo ap repoze e yap chante Timoun yo ap jwe...

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Villanelle: Alright guys: Heave and Ho! And let it go (Confinement to one’s home though fines during « outings" add to revenue, private companies take orders from far-flung lands for masks, gloves and ventilators and protective surgical equipment when the Chinese already informed The WHO of the epidemic on December 16, 2019 and the South Koreans...

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Heave Me Back Home He grasped the reins across the breadth of me, recrossed his arms to control the whip and me. My heart dares not stop, lest I be tangled in the mane. Dare naught to break the pace of hooves, now that we've passed the inn, and they, ...heave me back home. ***'Jamaica Inn' where shady and unscrupulous characters...

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Alcohol Withdrawal ~ Never a good time...

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There's a Senior's home called the Shady Lane and life's curse is at an end. Where a hundred souls are kept in line till Death its message sends. They built a country... fought its wars, giving everything they could. Now left to marinate and wait their time ...

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Yo heave ho People must pull together. Yo heave ho No matter what the weather. Yo heave ho No matter what skin or feather. Yo heave ho We’re all in this together....

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M-ay you heave a sigh of relief, E-nding the hour of being blue; R-ight decision you have made. R-eally glad and happy for Y-ou. T-ime to heave a sigh of relief, A-s you have won over the strife; N-o more tears in your face, U-nfazed by the trials of life. D-ay twenty-six of January, R-apture...

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Upon the arctic floor, I wait Crouched and undefended It's time, I guess, to accept my fate And walk this road unaided I heave my wasted body from my final resting place Stretch out my disused muscles My first breaths resonate The unaccustomed motion feels like seeing to the blind It seems it's been a lifetime Since my footprints lay defined I go in search of something That...

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Young hands gripped the red raw rope, For a fight to the ultimate death, Each team to march, to a tantric tune, Stabbing a stomp of feet with each breathe. Ready, set, go! and the “Heave!” was heard, The rope: a tightrope on which one could walk. All attention and teamwork was focused too, To fly the black flag over chalk. Team A...

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Upon the arctic floor, I wait Crouched and undefended It's time, I guess, to accept my fate And walk this road unaided I heave my wasted body from my final resting place Stretch out my disused muscles My first breaths resonate The unaccustomed motion feels like seeing to the blind It seems it's been a lifetime Since my footprints lay defined I go in search of something That...

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The river floats, carrying me away from nights, out to the sky, where leaves are tossed, as whispers grow… retracing hours, when memoirs beckon. And sparrows fling above me now my breathing grace enshrined in stone… among the lanes and endless roads this calling mild, so warmly dear. I touch the flame of quiet stars , and long for all that's safe and warm from...

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From Buffalo to San Francisco, from Fargo to El Paso, you don't need the tobacco. It has got to go. Give it the heave ho. ...

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If we want to live in a northern latitude, to the winter’s weather, we must adjust our attitude. In the cold temperatures, we have to thrive. Keeping warm is what we need to stay alive. I certainly never get any joys or thrills when I have to pay higher heating bills. If I want to enjoy myself on any winter’s day, shoveling...

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