Hoist Poems - Poems about Hoist

.... hoist it up mate fer she wakes gotta see her purty shadow ......Read the rest...

...The Termination Hallo Ann, let me tell you about your mother, she was younger than I and a dancer  She got a job dancing at a club in Madrid alas, she was pregnant, that would not do a doctor,......Read the rest...

...Pigeon Man Frank, buried underneath the morning fog coddling the fractured arteries of urban sprawl which mill humanity against civilization's grindstone Pigeon Man Frank, bears wounds of s......Read the rest...

... Advocating adherence to the Almighty Building lives, I am called, by His blessings’ bounty… Cheering police lady officers as values coach Devoting time for Bible study with prayerful approach…......Read the rest...

...The Alcoholic Parley poem Lionel Derbyshire Dirty dufflecoat wino Zigzag up the street Wobble wobble.. And half past puzzled Seems like form Has left his body His odour sour Orphaned at e......Read the rest...

...Why do today what you can put off till tomorrow? The following extrapolated thought thread exercised, NOT utilized to intimate how Fats Domino belied, and wowed a crowded house ass-sized. ......Read the rest...

...So good at hiding yourself for nothing When you were singing that song you listen to, On and on Even though your eyes were closed, It looked as though you were singing to someone in particular B......Read the rest...

...He who disregards truth and justice Will sooner or later go the whole hog; His bestial appetites and habits, His love of cruelty and power eventually will take over Perhaps without him ever reali......Read the rest...

...ravish so the hooks unleash the fish from it's scales as such anchor hoist rods and nets overhang the breach deck gatherings of the bounty fins fish aplenty fish for food yet man for......Read the rest...

...See them crawling out of the mound walking in a straight line, one set is going to East, the other to the West, carrying little particles of food in their mouth and moving with rapid speed. The......Read the rest...

...A descension of value bows night scenes, the purple canopy edges its hoist, spirits cool Platte River to lose its sheen, Nebraskans wake to clarion fields voiced. A loyal guest calls, it's the Sa......Read the rest...

...I hoist my sails in a sea-green bottle. Daydream a life, and yet the brown hen still swirls around the barn, her everlasting flap a prelude to nothing at all. The daylight dreams on. Sail wi......Read the rest...

...I. The Nazarene child was a rose gold jewel, set against an astral backdrop that blazed through harvest’s chafe with the intensity of a supernova in tumult II. Before his advent, we were s......Read the rest...

...Fresh juice runs down her chin. Fresh autumn air climbs through the orchard. It’s apple picking time. A zipping swoosh overhead with laughs and legs swinging. Bushel baskets, cram-filled, on......Read the rest...

...If I could shape the night it would be round and hollowed out to hold dreams drifting formless before being born in sleep. I would hang the walls with shiny mirrors to reflect each star movin......Read the rest...