Lighters Poems - Poems about Lighters

...MOVING FORWARD REHAB Record 2025/01/25 09:57:23.webm Moving forward, my time at rehab. One door and corner at a time. On time here at the door. There, at the table. Eat or play. Group it......

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...I’m bringing out the songs lingering inside as patrons in the bar gaze at me— I’ve been waiting for this night for the last two days. I am looking for the stars while singing from my heart. I......

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...War is upon us, none wanted, yet all predicted. Blast the TV faces, Blast the gun-rich reapers. Heavy the price - light the blasted child the match lighters. The conflict is here, yet-not-ye......

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...What shall we keep after the revolution? State sanctioned lies. lies about yesterday and tomorrow. Oxycontin and fentanyl factories must be kept on a war footing. We will follow the science,......

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...Milk bottles we would rinse out and return. Pop bottles take back to claim the tuppence. Kellogg’s cartons collected for the kids To cut and paste and learn creative art. Unburnt cinders reclaim......

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...Following the devastating war between the big nosed people and the large eared folks, reparations and reconstruction were sorely needed. Both sides poured billions of dollars into each other to......

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...Representing a nation, to consumed by war and invasion Who neglect the homeless and leave them to sleep in a box on the floor of a railway station, no hopes no dreams or money, struggling to rem......

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...Pens, and pen knives, minor gadgets and gizmos, chopsticks old zippo lighters, motheaten books that crumble an old-fashioned wisdom into the mush of a quaint twaddle, words to muddle over on ......

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...There is a mending of the elements in an awakening process which removes a curtain of darkness. Now is the time to recognize the power of the slumbering giant within and eliminate any starkness. As......

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...A black powder 1868 colt revolver. Dad’s rusty Buck knife. A few old Zippo lighters. Ivory figurines haggled over with an illicit trader in Shanghai, same for a two hundred year old silk rug n......

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...Of course I drew a stick person I was a stick person with a mere bush and spots stick-to-it-ive-ness ants crawling on sticks for monkeys eeh-ahh-eeh-eeh-ahh stick to your guns this is......

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...How can we achieve world peace when our men and women are chosen to be fighters? How can we heal the next generation when our actions perform like lighters? There are souls being lost every day......

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...Another college tour, another favor. This time it was an old schoolmate, George and his parents who were taking the official tour. I was going to babysit his little sister Mary (5) while they walked ......

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...Lyriktribute to Pina Bausch (Satis Shroff) POETRY AND DANCE (Satis Shroff) Her images were unusual, Shocking to some. Dancers Jeering and tormenting Other dancers. Dancers Throwing ripe t......

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... “Forever” When The Terrors came, The Uncontrollable Ones, she closed her eyes and listened for the notes her mother had planted amongst the deep blues, beds of Forg......

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