Lobs Poems - Poems about Lobs

...Behold the abominable annals of the Storm domicile, A living, groaning edifice of lumber and bureaucratic despair— Where Allen Storm, the paternal prodigal of procedural pedantry, Treads upon its ......

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...Betwixt the vibrant threads of a busy bazaar, A foreigner's gaze seize on a singular star, A boy with one eye, an enigma raid, Their dialogue begins, a journey to trade. "Your salesmanship shin......

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...The crowbar rattled at the clattering noise, In the yard, against the hulls and hoys, A Cloud of tar smoke rose through the green, Large oil slicks floating on the lake sheen. Incon......

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...Been at the Uber game since 2019. Got in the booming gig work scene. Needed a part time job outside retail. Something allowing me to write my tale. Giving me the chance to pick my hours. A......

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...Before golden opportunity (goes no argh hue mint the way of Long John Silver) doth fade and dwindle not necessarily cuz the missus did (NOT) bribe and swindle an ambition (for nor rhyme nor re......

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...(when living nightmare pierced real time thus engendering the following rhyme) adrenaline powered stealth bomb blast with the noggin of this, ah... ur... bane chap, which debilitating an......

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... Abominable holiday season greeting to the have-nots me and you Bombshell tabloid sleigh bells got those ear holes ringing Cut the tax gift wrap ribbon, only good cheers for the wealthy f......

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...I reached level forty-one no probs, And won the game, but had sobs, So that that just failing was fobs, If I determined not to join the slobs. So the next time I reached it, had bobs, Beca......

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...URGE AND SURGE #2: I did not dream upon rhyme scheme, Yet random themes in sanguine streams. I did not know about deep flow, Words came to show a frequent glow. I tried to stop these pet......

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...Score's zip to zilch, last inning's near halfway through at Gettysburg Commons' baseball league playoff. Champion Graycoats at their posts hitherto - Blue Jackets hear the pitcher's husky cough - ......

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...So yes I laugh My eyes glisten, my mouth spread in a longing smile, my heart flutters, the hair on my arms slightly raise and my ears lobs grow warm; So yes I laugh You look into my eyes with com......

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...Every poem you write, a universe (and just your creation) Yet somehow I’m free there to follow my dreams And this freedom you give (child of imagination) Reflected back to you by my mirror of bein......

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