Launchpad Poems - Poems about Launchpad

...Gently french kiss your darkness mad, break the restraints leave obsession; Lick up the buried aggression; You may not be scantily clad, yet soft skin becomes a scratchpad; Repurpose gall into p......Read the rest...

... Bequeathed of the faculty of balanced return, of equilibrium, turning the totem burn of caloric expectancy, cause and effect translating universal machine dialect satelli......Read the rest...

...Let's dwell a tiny bit on that skill most hanker after, of mastering a language that especially enthrals, infused with magic rhythm so fervent, pulsing music lilt, anthem-rich samba, think fo......Read the rest...

...I will always wonder what sort of love we had. I was naive and blindly infatuated. You were seventeen years older than I, and sad. From the beginning our shaky love was fated. We had met and I......Read the rest...

...Eternal Surprise Productions presents the It's Time For Your Enema show bringing news of the day coast to coast reading every offhand inflection as though it were a rescue beacon from the consta......Read the rest...

... Prayer Summarization Miracle Man 3-15-2022 My tomorrow’s are uncharted save by God, and today a brief moment in His time. Let this day be spent not behind a facade, as any mountain ......Read the rest...

...The man with launchpad hair glides by Glowing orange in the mountain view A red balloon bobbles by his side The other man holds his diaper high Blows bubbles and waves a magic wand Han......Read the rest...

... Morning Musings For 3/14/2020 By: Tom life is an assemblage of days, linked together, both good and bad. For many, only a short phase, for me, it's been Heaven's launchpad. ...Read the rest...

...YOU? Why are YOU up in here, all on the prowl, looking closely at me, causing me to scowl? DUDE, can't you see anger set in my jowls? I just arrived brand new, so I still re......Read the rest...

...2015-05-20 Morning This small fragment of my daily routine, bathed in, drowned in coffee and cream. When the animal inside my head awakes my world rocks and rolls, quivers, quakes. I love t......Read the rest...

...Death’s Bouquet by Odin Roark Graves give much, Willing wafted memories ride The raven’s wind. Into other air Where spirits claim dorsal view Floating beside trumpets jazzed, While bare......Read the rest...

...last dance with her dad happy tears mixed with some sad... honeymoon launchpad......Read the rest...

...Happy Birthday your getting old Never mind we will wear a blindfold forty six aint that sore I should know been there before just failing sight and creeky legs and we usually get left with the d......Read the rest...