Line Of Work Poems - Poems about Line Of Work

...When a whore house was fun I sat down to write about flowers, those often called weeds and grows on untended pavements but another thought got in the way as I recalled that flowers in a whore h......

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...my line of work is space travel those distances between stars that's me arranging all the loungers around the hyper-pool although I'm only filling in......

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...We last saw him in the summer of '78. Our ministry with kids had closed, and we were being reassigned to a church 2000 miles away. Little did I know that we would ever see John again. My wife......

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...Lord hear my prayer. I pray for the families in Nashville Tennesse, who just lost precious family members... ......

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...A single mother weeps, trying to sleep, Her son’s father figure has been gone for nearly three weeks. How is this funny? A bright mind has no control in his own home, The orphanage doesn’t own e......

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...HEART OF A GOOD WIFE: Don't ever nag that she grew wild, I'm blunt to say this,so be assured. And no more can you treat her bad. Absolutely, she's now matured. Frankly, she possess all the qua......

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...*Image of Cherokee Piper, Four-seater single engine by Wilkie. Lifetime Get-A-Way, A Survivors Tale It is nineteen-eighty new years eve in less than two days, that said--this turne......

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...I pack eggs on a chicken farm. Their colours range from brown to white. Quite often in this line of work I see some funny sites! When walking through the hen house I see a yellow forest of leg......

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...I must have one of those faces or maybe people just assume that because I'm quiet I must be a good listener, because wherever I go- they find me The talkers, the sad, the lonely the frustrate......

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...THE RIDE I got a horse named Sam, a dog named Joe, and my old Chevy truck. In the front of my trailer is my saddle and bridle with a horseshoe thrown in for luck. Got my bedroll and boots,......

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...The Flowers of Fall On the road to Bolequeime on the way to the German supermarket that sells proper Teutonic sausages autumnal blossom flowers sit on white plastic chairs high heels and shorts......

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...Tacita leaned in close and lowered her voice a tad. “So tell me, Jack. What’s your real name?" "You don’t really want to know who I am. You just think you do. Aye, the public loves its monsters – ......

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...Often people ask me What it is I do Poet of the times Purveyor of the truth Peeling back the onion skin Carving at the rhyme Pouring drinks of imagery Squeezing out the line Taking out th......

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...LINES We LINE up in traffic, or clear out the door, And there are BEELINES we make, to the seashore. Get mad and we're "DRAWING A LINE IN THE SAND," He USES A LINE when he asks for her hand. ......

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...I worked in a bowlin' place settin' pins, Tryin' not to let a ball break my shins! In those days of yore, pins were set by hand, And you had to hustle to beat the band! I was around fourt......

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