Kicking Poems - Poems about Kicking

blinkered by formal training counting bright abacus beads of syllables mindful not to step on cracks— rhythm is everything the audience c h e e r s !!! the runner-up jeers— maybe next time the nexus of … the bows and brasses displayed ...

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The party of the hee-haw would now impeach Mr. Trump for denying the world’s arch-enemy, a madman, access to the bomb It takes a blind donkey to kick the hand that redeems it and now the rest of the two-legged world...

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I'm a baby. I move constantly. Amazingly constantly. And I flutter hard. Amazingly hard. Why? Because I'm rehearsing. I'm rehearsing moving like I mean it. I'm rehearsing being strong like oak trees. I'm rehearsing dancing like butterflies. I'm rehearsing for rolling. I'm rehearsing for sitting. I'm rehearsing for crawling like little explorers. I'm rehearsing for walking like big kids. My...

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I was the storm in his already burning house, the shaking hands gripping the match, the hurricane whispering, You deserved this. But I did not mean to be destruction. I did not wake up one morning and choose to tear through his world with my bare hands. I was drowning, and drowning people do not check to see who they pull under when...

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No need for broken records, Soon yesterday's news, We must stay resolved, To practice our hocus pocus, For goodness' sake, Prayers for peace unite, Champions, reach for the stars, Building better tomorrows, To young, we pass the baton, But still alive and kicking!...

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Play a little diddle Fet me some Play a little diddle Fer me come on boy Give me some of that ole raz a ma taz Play me some beat give me jazz Air check backbeat block chords Fusion Bridge Get down with in Play a little diddle Fet me some Play a little diddle Fer me come on boy Kicking the can to the curb So upturn Boy,...

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my feet are kicking high in the air now the scissor step making an arabesque design my first and last husband sees this as sexy everything I say and do has been sexy since the minute he began coveting me When I was just a baby of fifteen. He was an older man. Also fifteen, but seven months older. I see him lick his lips. And...

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Kicking Tires So that is next year’s model, is it now? The vintage being deftly moved aside. I feel oddly sorry for them both, and how Her sleekness won’t survive the filthy ride. The vintage is deftly moved aside, the owner seeks his youth in pristine sheen Her sleekness won’t survive the filthy ride. I was once the starlet in this scene. The owner,...

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why kick lonely lame dog who will suffer from much pain felt from first moment a speedy trial act always applies to both sides equally applied if we would have known possessed a different view which was established what would happen next based on final decision have to call case closed...

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As I walked along that lonely road Before the sun lay red Change, was on my mind Dealing with the devil, too damn long Endless nights have bled my veins with sour milk For I have been awakened- by will God perhaps, maybe- maybe not Heel to him and he will heal you, so they say...

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madagascar monkey, chickadee and delaware donkey all three argued about the zesty orange pekoe tea monkey said on the cover was Crocodile Dundee chickadee and donkey would not agree said it looked more like Tolly Wolly Zee tree this kind of arguing is hurtful said Auntie Vee that is gleefully silly said my cousin Twitching Twee what about my japanese sushi asked...

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He is an occupant of a room damp And dependent on a rejected lamp: The worst so far in their camp … A room often not illuminated But in it plants still germinated, Selecting peeping spots in a cemented floor, Daringly doing so back to the room’s door. The room’s nearest neighbor a smelly dump, To many microbes their Releasing Pump And, sure, the...

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Pollen is kicking my petootsie today Allergens yelling “up and away!” Spring time greenery is here to stay. My nose is running in every way. I am crying although not sad. My scratchy throat is really bad. Pollen is making me exceptionally mad. When autumn arrives, I will be so glad!...

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Kicking cans down streets Boredom gets the best of me Tick tick can and clock...

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Kicking The Can Written: by Miracle Man November 19 2021 I’m not reluctant to express my opinion, on consistently kicking the can down the road. I've a mind of my own and not someone’s minion, Nor by strong opposition will I become slowed. By kicking the can down the road things are prolonged, only to need addressing on another day. Many times simple...

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