Long Jumpsuits Poems

Homemade dungeons spirit up through governmental finance. An alone home to the flight risk, trial sick, authoritative kind. So much time now spent hitting the rewind to come upon the never wanted find inside the...

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Rhyming poetry contest information below poem...

The King
By Stacy Savage

There is a beast in the animal world.
He brings many creatures fright.
His eyes are gold; he wears a mane.
He’s a ghost within the night.

There was a man...

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We are being taught what is not important
"Follow your Hear- a... your money or time is money."
We are being taught an illusion
Disconnected from the land that feeds us

Keep building more buildings
More highways, more factories, more...

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She's a girl with fashion and passion 
Full of life and adventure
She loves her shoes and bags
She loves her custom jewelries 
She loves to accessorize her outfits 
She loves jumpsuits and long dresses, they shape...

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Bees in jumpsuits cannot really fly but caterpillar boats can go very very fast down the canals. It is an oversized cake that bungee jumps for the longest period of time at the sponge competitions...

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a face in the night
who's gaze flickers
to and fro
the road ahead
and behind
then to the boy and girl
drunk or high
but most certain
they are intoxicated and
so he takes a right
into a darker province
of the night.

heart of darkness,...

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An apple a day
So they say
Would keep me in good figure
Dresses would fit
And so would tight jeans
As well as sexy jumpsuits
Pray, 
An apple a day
Would keep me looking
Like I am eighteen forever!

Such did I make...

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Written By:  D. Collins 4/9/2018



The New York feds came in kicking in doors.
Frisking, then putting them down on the floor.
Snatching evidence and just about everything.
It just doesn't look good, from what I am seeing.



The...

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I just formed the contest of me.
It is a queenly one with an obvious winner
My heart jumps with anticipation of the prizes
A clean fresh page opens into a whimsical world of wow

provocative possibilities prance like...

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It was a sleepless night
Harnessed with discomforts
Soft cushions felt like rocks of ages
Body felt as cracks of thirsty dams

Finally got up and crawled
Downstairs to the kitchen
In search of edibles
Took coffee with a chilly pie

Mesmerized by...

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*Image of The Farmhouse by UNS.

Hint of Autumn

Sunstar wakes, Aurora reacts,
As light skews her southernmost sky,
A roost rouses, a rooster crows,
Henhouse's wood handle lifts up.

A replete farm inclined to rouse,
Sunstar wakes, Aurora reacts,
Four-year-old farmhand gets...

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Red ribbed tank top and panties.
Drawing and writing’s to earn commissary.
Rugged colored jumpsuits delivered daily through the bars.
A few women foaming at the mouth from drug withdrawals.
Smells of jailed prostitutes.
Some for murder or Robbing for...

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When positions of authority
Blatantly abuse their power
Telling you what you’re seeing
Isn’t what it appears to be
We need accountability.
When the murderers wear badges
But skip the silver bracelets
And orange jumpsuits and
Remain free to kill again
There should be...

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A creature awakens
intangible in the haze; 
a fleeting idea by faint, phantomlike, light.
Silver bars on charcoal clay
scarce, and inadequate
haunting, but in a soothing way.
Rustling bones chatter
a murmured chant just within earshot
lullabies for dream weavers
hushed and...

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Woodstock wild is what the musicians knew
Plain dairy farm in New York, reservation due.
I was too young, alas, or I would have been there.
Loving the music, the ambiance, wild as old dog hair.

Midriffs showing, the...

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“Is Fashion Modern?” MOMA* asks
And so, in its new show,
The items on display are there
To let us know it’s so.

A pair of Levi’s, baseball caps,
Bikinis and berets,
A Wonderbra, dashikis, kilts
And suits from prior days.

A Rolex...

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Some fly in their jumpsuits,
others are thrown naked
to a place where thoughts are fig leaves.
A few conjugate dots of light
into a body-language.
Many shoot off like toothpaste from a tube,
tugging slinky bodies behind them.
Star charts are...

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