Irwin Poems - Poems about Irwin

letters and science

letter and science
dissect-able fraud in statements as advertised to the press
abuse's of power by poor people to create recession
this is underpinning the news
to prefect the crime knowingly able to.....
post rebuttal after the word of crime is witnessed
public relations
public policy
political relations

Damage control for a politician is the response to bad press. It often takes the form

Categories: irwin, abuse,
Form: Free verse

providers

providers
mothers provided homelessness
to get a job
and now
walk the streets, terrorizing men
what do we do

well you kill people
so you can go shopping
it is called shopping addiction
and little boys and girls who you hate
die in the receipts of your smile

you don't see, but we get abused
by the freedom we have
as you grow and multiply
the fat gross arms

Categories: irwin, abuse, beautiful, betrayal, corruption,
Form: Free verse

Emagi Irwin Roadside Inn

T C Irwin A ROADSIDE INN

      
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Categories: irwin, places, poems,
Form: Shape

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

True Blue-Steve Irwin

Steve Irwin
had a love of wildlife
and a love of his family
for their future in life

Steve always liked to rapture
the paradise of Mother Nature
and the bright boldness of life

Not long after Steve was born
he developed his amazing passion
to admire and look after his mates

Steve liked khaki shorts to be worn
not being drawn into fashion
as wildlife doesn’t

Categories: irwin, animal, earth, environment, family,
Form: Rhyme

Memoir To Steve Irwin

A man named Steve,
was loved by all.
He's greatly missed.as
I recall.

He loved his work,
and was great indeed.
He did his job,with
caution and speed.

We named our dog,
Bindi Sui.
After the daughter,
who looks like you.

He loved his family,
it was plain to see.
he couldn't say goodbye,
he was just set free.

He was a good man,
and a real cutie.
he was in his glory,
with

Categories: irwin, death
Form: Rhyme

Steve Irwin

What is a soul without
arms to hold?
What is wings without
angels to fold the
true meaning of life
that is born and told?

All wombs are silent and
there is no voice for
sleeping when the eyes
hold vision to the world
you have to wonder how
far is Heaven and what
is life's road?

Heavy minds think alike.
We have to bond to the
grieving for we

Categories: irwin, death, heart, heart, love,
Form: Elegy