Misfires Poems - Poems about Misfires

... Magneto, with metal's control, Tried playing the banjo, a soul. The strings turned to steel, A discordant appeal, "This 'music' has taken its toll!" ©bfa031925 ......

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...The divine master is many things: He is a monolith to which we pray; He is the light and he is the way; He’s in each and every place - Like the commandments we shan’t debase. The divine maste......

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...Just suppose, you juxtapose date and time… early riser, back home before you’re supposed to go. A riot, that it seems my brain pauses, supposes it knows everything, but the calendar glea......

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...As Mad Dog Milt wanders back into the town Caressing his trigger, his face wears a frown Six months in the hills but it’s time to return And somebody somewhere is going to burn Six months of li......

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...Be my Romeo, I can be your Juliet; Then again, on second thought let’s be a fairy tale not written yet; Clipped by Cupid’s boomerang shot; Arrow directed at someone else clear target in p......

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...Words Words are weapons I sharpen each To cut the flesh from your bone To cleve the atom from the soul Words Words are hard and soft They protect or protest They shape nations I do all the......

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...Thinking about enthusiasm, I can not stop myself from writing about two things! Two different 'subjects'! Still trying to connect! When two ladies……... Whose husbands work with the same empl......

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...Huxley was in his nineteenth year, a freshman at a fancy school, the kind with excesses of ivy, who claimed they accepted no fools. The academics were no task, he’d always excelled with his mi......

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...Segregated solitude misfires synaptic connections, and I meander around spectre conversations in autistim-like nightmares, wondering if I can learn your language. Memories are like ice, reducing eve......

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...I drive an appetite that never tires; A gaping heart engulfing all it seeks. I own a will that constantly misfires; A mind subverted by its own critiques. I navigate the valleys and the peaks Of......

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...The forest exploded, fauns poured out of a blue spigot sky. They jumped so high they brushed against Jesús's feet. Brown streaks of lightning, (wide alien eyed) so steady even in terror..............

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