Knuckle Poems - Poems about Knuckle

The itsy bitsy fighter Went up to start his bout Down came the pain And knocked the fighter out Out came the blood And dried up on his brain So the itsy bitsy fighter Would never bout again ...

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toss one knuckle up catch it, knuckle to knuckle, on back of hand toss, two, three, four knuckles up catch them, knuckle to knuckle, on back of hand knuckle bumping, lambkin and kid knit one, purl one, knit two together....

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Bravely fought in experiment curious pain brings forth a scent it smells red like pain it feels right as rain so another and another flood the gates is it that face that you hate? sudden like a snap resonates another smack more force makes curiousity an immovable object with such verocity a little less is never enough you cant even say you have it rough so...

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Destined to repeat ...

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Politics has always been rough and tumble a bare-knuckle fight in a concrete jungle Those who preach togetherness and unity flail their arms at windmills uselessly...

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He had taken the last train to Stalingrad. ´Join the Army and see the World´. The track of events unfolded when the tank chains came off. His brother had bombed Guernica with the Condor Legion, when the war had been ´civil´, always the lofty fellow he was, in full of flight. The infantry soldier's military...

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White Knuckle you’re doing it wrong White knuckle you’re so headstrong Death grip on the steering wheel Shattered nerves you can’t conceal It won’t happen on willpower alone Who’s your passenger for the ride along HE’s always there lying in wait Without HIM there’s no pearly gate Loosen your grip and just give in Your new...

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when he needed you he loved you he adored you but when he found way to gain notoriety he forgot who you were and what you were to him you know his name and can only speak him in filtered speakings you like me but I don't like you ya'll look at me like I'm Candy Posing like I sirpossa know what you want whats that is I gotta ask sumbody you sirpossa be...

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Place where they have a lot of nerve; Should surely see the way they curve; My big buckle, Said knuckle; They do it with much vive and verve. Jim Nada Cantata Horn We should wrote a poem about Parlous Vaux cantata....

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the wind whips the waves into a raging screen hiding the light from the ships in trouble those rocks are there yet not a warning seen soon ships can turn into wooden rubble troubled captain shouts keep a watchful eye lifeboats at ready to brace the bad storm hearts are beating fast no one wants to die long for a bed that...

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(Summon the Muse) Calliope drops sensuous sounds from her fingertips. My outstretched arms catch and hold them to my bosom, wherein they suffer death. Clio presents her backside. My impassioned pleas fall on deaf ears. All the old stories stay locked inside aged trunks in the attic. Where are the words, recounting broken vows? Erato is sleeping. Wake up! Let us pen phrases, turn hearts of stone into songs of...

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What a man you were Your knuckle, hard as rock Knocking on my seven year old skull Flash anger that came from nowhere Did I remind you of someone you hated? I remember, buckets of years ago Now you, with “old timer’s” Those days forgotten Now, my time to disappear By tomorrow, you would have disremembered me But I remember, I still carry the...

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Finishing up the last notes from my work day, I’m really late, Looking out my window, my drive tonight, I’m going to hate. I grab my briefcase and walk to my car, on a sheet of ice. Slipping and sliding left and right, this is not going to be nice. Takes twenty minutes to clear the snow from my...

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