Kelowna Poems - Poems about Kelowna

...In a far off place in a cold cold land there lived a man called Mr. Mack. The place he lived in was called Kirkland Lake. Kirkland Lake was small as cities go, but it was big in heart. I think living......

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...Stepping Over The Problem I make my bed on the street Curled in a doorway under your feet You step over me we're unlikely to meet I'm covered in newspaper sometimes a plastic sheet tryin......

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...Figure of a man, constantly open Poetry marriage that makes him richer Her heart and beauty a gift so golden Separate it would change, die, and wither Friendship woven his unfailin......

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...It wasn't my first choice To put all my stuff In the shopping cart I found behind the Walmart I don't even care about the wonky wheel Somehow It gives it the perfect feel I have never b......

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...Who promised you life would be easy? Who whispered this excuse? How can pain be an addition to the life experience? Answers provided are inadequate to the task. Who will sit with you and hold you......

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...Xxxxxxx Husband, son, father, friend Mary's sweetie, Matthew's dad, Edith's son, brother to Teresa and Roy Lover of family, friends and time alone Who feels passion, joy and doubt Who fears rej......

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...You are not a member of our family Therefore we choose to lock you outside our door Banishishing you to never Never again darken our door Your emaciated hands have lost their strength The whisp......

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...It's okay now, for women to go topless Oh my how the world it has changed Some boobies are perky others floppy With the help of gravity some rearranged Now don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining Th......

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...I woke up at five just as my mind struck midnight Tick tocks delayed by lack of slumber Maniacal sheep crowding my mind Grinning their sheepish grins Taunting me Ba ba The black sheep calls "We are......

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...I have so much to do I can't get it all done To many balls in the air I can't juggle every one I am sure you've heard of me The guy who dropped the ball Now here I am Knocking my head against the w......

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