Mister Poems - Poems about Mister

silent oak tree sentinel guards my yard I call him Old Mister he drops acorns that try to grow new oak trees they land in a cinder piles, planting themselves In a few weeks tiny oak leaves form. If you gently pull them out of the cinders You will see a tiny oak tree growing out of an acorn. I pulled twenty...

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Geologists say ‘by your leave’, we’re famously polite: we wear our heart upon our sleeve, rejoice at rhyolite. We’re very patient people, but I tolerated stuff before that I’m not taking any more: up with this I will not put. Don’t bring to me your xenolith, preposterous, fantastic: I’m done with make-believe and myth: my ire is pyroclastic. Don’t tell me pressure makes a gem, discomfort forges what’s...

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Frottier Chui is someone often seen through the yes of Lovers as someone who's able to instill the need for coupling for those who beleive in his approach.Sounds of "oohing" or the "ah's of longing. She spoke his name to make me jealous or it would inspire me into caring: not the normal way of caring but to completly alter my current...

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mister raven, i implore don't come knockin' at my door always sayin' nevermore don't come knockin' at my door mister raven, here's the thing flowers bloom and it is spring you should know it's time to sing flowers always bloom in spring be not black and be not blue i have found a love that's true. mister raven, change your hue i have found a...

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When I saw the Grim Reaper pull out his peeper and pee on the patio, I yelled, "Hey Jack! Can't you use the facilities out back? That's what normal people do, you know. I always said I wasn't afraid of death, till one night, Death tried to rob me of my breath. And as I was gasping for air, he said with a...

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Mister Elvis Presley Sang his songs expressively In Aloha From Hawaii, He sang them just for me, aieee! I was 15 when he sang just for me Straight from Hawaii via TV, My heart skipped a beat, I jumped from my seat, His music had changed my reality. Elvis has now left the building, Gone is the music and gilding; He died much too...

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... is wearing his tall white top hat Where his brains should be Wearing his rainbow bow tie Where his vocal cords should be He fancies his dragon cane in his hand No surprise his shirt is Hawaiian Kine Made of silk with...

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All the women look at Mister Macho Man as he flexes his muscles and cracks his knuckles while working on his tan. Mister Macho Man is always the center of attention wherever he goes. Needless to say that all his peers and foes have to settle for rejection. But despite all of the cheers, he is not happy...

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I’ve been called Mister Scrooge! I’ve been called the fourth stooge! But I will not give up the fight Until somebody calls me Mister Right... I’ve been battered, I’ve been bruised! It’s been said I’m born to lose! But I will not call it a night Until somebody calls me Mister Right... I’ve been told I’m a jerk I’ve been told it wouldn’t work. But...

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When I reminded her that the Bible does tell to love not only yourself, but your neighbor as well, she said, "But Mister Tabor, you're not my neighbor, so, could you just kindly go to hell?" ...

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Mister Misanthrope had given up hope On the entire human race He'd bark and he'd bleat as he walked down the street With a grimace on his face Each day he would howl with a snarl and scowl Most folk scurried as he neared He'd chortle of death with foul rancid breath Which was exactly what they feared The skies became...

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Shames and insecurities they made a game of siring the generations of the world The flaw in creation where the need to complicate is seen as intriguing Which the body of the wife is not her's alone neither is the body of the husband then him stagnated shall be horned a fault in his thought pattern she stood to hear him defame her by using historical references to describe women of...

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As a gift I take each day Dismal days keep coming on Random snowflakes dance away Dying to reborn In the murky light I sit Listening to clocks Time keeps ticking, bit by bit Like the water drops Mister Time, wouldn’t you please Lend an ear to me Tell me when I’ll be released From your scrutiny Play a sad or happy song Sounds dilute the mist Put...

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Trump quit his jobs at McD's flippin' beef And drivin' a garbage truck both so brief When Donald was asked why He was quick to reply Got my job...

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Mister Cat adjusted his spectacles, Upon his nasal receptacle, As he spoke to his kittens three. Why must you climb the one tree In Widow Calico's prim front yard? You know there are trees out back Without fear of a sneak thwap attack From Widow Calico's trusty broom. Now you must play in your room, While I placate the old shrew With a fresh...

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