Jettison Poems - Poems about Jettison

...Do not go gentle into that good night but rage, rage against the dying of the light —Dylan Thomas sunny outside, not cloudy inside; out of my mind, mindless wandering and wondering......

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...On second take..Lowe is not that great.' In fact i hear of Late.' He wants 'bio meat on our plates?' Its beyond the Pale.' Its all lookng stale, i beleive its time ti bale.' I had Hoped against ho......

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...Junco Just another bird you say Juxtaposed to other birds unfair Jettison your prejudices Join with other ornithologists Judging the Junco on its own merits Jubilantly this little bird thriv......

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...‘I was born with the meaning of home running through my veins.” —Lauren Eden The Lioness Awakens, Poems Light i swing in trees I can’t get down from i buried myself ......

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...09-12-2024 Being as unfaithful as Ashley Madison That’s how I honestly feel when it comes to God Who’s not like luggage which I can just jettison Though the world at times tempt me to never app......

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... Written: December 29, 2024 For Contest Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker. (Line Of Inquiry) “Mistaken that I was this body-mind, I succumbed to desire and fell to fear but on choos......

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...Despite the pulsing pirouette of urban thresholds, coruscating catalyst amid detachment, of golden spoke carousel magnetism, circle-shape swivel platform roundabout, that spreads incipient wish f......

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...Am I fitful, fluctuating, fluid? thin compass waver as I jubilantly weave lilac tree vignettes that weep or chortle, rainbow figment curtain rashly wished upon in grain smudge zephyr garne......

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...GONE When all seems to be lost and with nothing gained It is that thing that no-one explained Yet with much to think upon As the time moves on It appears Gone All in tears Was it ju......

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...the crawling trash-eating growlers empty the jettison of 7 days strong limbs and gloved hands heave and haul tip-over the unwanted tangle of unmindful chaos the machine chews loudly ti......

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...STILL I RISE Still I rise, shaming the daunting eyes. Still I rise, despite the convincing lies. Still I rise, though with me, they cut ties Still I rise, inasmuch as I let out sighs, Still I ......

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...I feel like a poppy in a field of hogweed My sentences have run dry I am rudderless in the wilderness I lack a welter of letters unassigned to the wherewithal I am lost in a cave unfree to ......

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...You had our meeting as a chat like midnight bathers haplessly skinny dipping you had it to a fine art I gave my best shot like the brightest CV I rendered my soul and was found wanting May......

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..."Two doves in white flying, feathers glow beneath the morning's rainbow colors" —Charles Messina COLORS IN THE SKY Resistance is fly, that is perceptive, sharp, a ca......

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...My microcosmos is really a false vacuum. It may eventually collapse. I read an article floating in the wind. I become an unwritten novel. I watch the ants carry the breadcrumbs into the d......

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