Knuckling Poems - Poems about Knuckling

...Freezing rain on roads semis flying like nothing white knuckling wheel......

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... Hendecasyllabic Alliterative Pseudo-rhyming Abecedarian Artfully arranging all attestations Breathlessly bringing bright beautificat......

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...she had lost the plot long before in an insane labyrinth of her mind trapped in the rat race of high speed and the volume on full blast incarcerated shackled and straight jacketed thumb screws ......

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...He pushes far beyond his limits, never knuckling under even when his spirit betrays him! On a scale of one to ten, always gives a ten!......

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...I am not I do not hear until I say I am not a part unless I make it so There is no need of me ... No requirement for my assistance No need of my (extensive) skills No desire......

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...Ken (Pleiades) Kneeling in prayer I’m Kissed by heavenly rays Kindling in me flames of Knowledge bestowed for life Keeping me strong, safe from K......

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...I've been waiting for someone to shed some light, To take my hand and lead me back Into the arms of the earth. I've been ankle-deep in frost-kissed puddles, Wishing for the welcome mat to sweep me In......

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...Yes,but lemme finish Susan Holy sermons,discourse,invocations- Priest, like one possessed, Less holy whispering. It was a pleasure trip Church at hill-top Spreading death knell How come you fail to ......

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...After Tom left, Bill slugged down his coffee, donned his Stetson and slipped out the side entrance. Tom saw him for a split second and quickly looked up at the ceiling as if he didn’t. Bill grinne......

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...(cont..) He removed his Stetson cowboy hat and placed it gently on the bowling ball he had mounted just for that purpose over the heater by the door. He probably didn’t take that good care of him......

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...I'm nothing special, just plain old me Ancestors from my past came down from the tree We scratched our knuckles and found that hurt Scraping our skin through our neighbourhood dirt As wis......

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...New York Please stop now, Everything is moving Like enclosed molecules As we bounce to the beat Of the city’s hum In our caged world where We are the only ones that matter even As the Zen of......

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