High Octane Poems - Poems about High Octane

... Come forth our Angel of the North Working class…but VIP pass…standing sentry for cricketing gentry Towering injury tarnished Talisman penury Revarnished..primacy rebooted for his mooted destiny ......

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... Michelin star cricketing cook…by hook or crook.. so canny..will find every nook and cranny…if you took a look at the record..score or text book ..won’t have forsook ..our dutiful..beautiful babblin......

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... Alright have to admit that whole drole Bazball or Baz Bat cool cat vibe…rabbit out of hat tribe.. is taking its toll..sunk in a hole..losing it’s goal and soul..not being a vitriol troll..maybe nee......

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...The end of everything The master of the old tank ship that resembled a schooner sat fretting in his cabin; for twenty years, he had been the master of the vessel, a friendship between the animat......

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... Stars, what can you say about them - not a lot. The slightest bit of cloud cover and they’re gone. Butterflies… folks got a lot of things to say about butterflies - not me though (bug......

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...Without memory there can be no insight. Without love, there can be no appreciation. Anne Rice From the deepest recesses of the crowded hall Came a thunderous applause that shook the walls......

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...My heart works eight times three; in search of passions' prosperity Hidden in darkness, I crave the simplest of the lights' normality My mind won't stray; embracing the loudest of rhymes melody Wo......

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...Paddy His name is Padraig Torrin McWheaten of County Cork, esq. – Paddy for short! He is Celtic mischief with deep brown eyes the color of Irish sod, a big, black gumdrop nose and a wavy wheat co......

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...The end of everything The master of the old tank ship that resembled a schooner sat fretting in his cabin; for twenty years he had been the master of the ship, a friendship between the animate ......

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...On the way out the door by morning Keys still in the lock for strangers Stop at the bank for a cash transaction Empty is the account which has no funds E......

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...Messiah’s portent His advent, descent, ascent Returns to cement Apostates conspire To douse the prophet's hellfire But reap God's backfire Curse your weighted scale Your oppression leaves ......

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...Used to be this high octane poet Running outta gas, my poems sure show it Need a fillup Injection up my butt Of phrases like “grease monkey in the pit”......

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...AntiPoem 4 “Santo and Johnny” (Poet’s instruction- Play “Sleepwalk” twice by Santo and Johnny while reading) Santo and Johnny play Sleepwalk on Fender steel and bass Just oozing out their mel......

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...There's another virus going around. Flustered by everything COVID-19; I am grateful I still have a job, but grumpy I have to drive there in the rain - I need to get to the fast lane or I'll be ......

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...In the rural green field far away from city cacophony the lure of sonic extravaganza rose from the virgin soil, reaching far and wide across the urban pop culture with the tantalizing tunes of gra......

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