Juggle Poems - Poems about Juggle

When will I finally fill your shoes, Reach maturity like you did? You seemed to have all the answers When I was just a kid. I've been waiting a long time now So maybe I missed my turn, I'm well past the age you were, By now I should have learned! How did you do the adulting, so effortless, Not...

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Hiya, howdy, hey, and hello. Juggle jams and jiggle jello. Jumping joyfully, and jolly, try it in a tram or trolley. Happy, hopping, silly stomping, rollicking and rowdy romping, bouncing, bubbly butterscotch, hilarious, howling, hot hopscotch. Lofty leaping, crazy creeping, slipping, sliding, squawking, squeaking, Care for cookies, candies, or cakes? Such silly sounds, for heaven's sakes....

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Juggle master kept adding to his shuffle He is amazing said his cousin Leland Muffle. Juggling balls, teapots, sandwiches and more. Almost anything I bring home from the store. Did he ever juggle guns? I ask. Did he ever juggle a knife? He juggled a knife once, but he said he’d never do it twice. He amazes me I said as...

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Fancy juggle clown girl with her hair pinned up Dined in the kitchen with the maids who sup. We were thrilled with her fashionable gray dress. She told us her name was Clown Clarita Caress. She looked quite tame compared to another clown. She showed off her designer duds all over town. Her shoes were polished, her make-up was tasteful. She did...

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Life’s a poetic juggle of the cosmos, we dance and try to make sense of it; At times stars align then they will cross through it all hung up on what could be; We dance and try to make sense of it; Maneuvering a volatile high wire act through it all hung up on what could be; Secretly stumble and...

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We juggle the words and let them stumble, Only to miss out the truth. The worst thing I fear the most Is how much we misuse our words When Yes means No, None means Full And Her means You....

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At late hours I sit, Silence hurls calm wit; Shadows hurry sit. Sanguine words emerge, Quiet time in still surge; Juggle with blank urge. Odd the awkward feel, Strange verse rhymes frame thrill; Watch how stern lines peel. Tragic feel now leaps, As tentacles grip; Passage of lost trip. Drama can feel lame, Token in dead blame; Edgy with good name. Know that hallmark brand, Words echo once grand; Fret with you...

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How many balls can you juggle He once said to me I think on any given day That number would be three Three is pretty easy To keep up in the air To rotate smooth and quickly Without taking much care And I maybe might be able To manage just one more To not upset the balance The number could be four Yes, I think four...

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