Mounting Poems - Poems about Mounting

Early morning up before the sun. I sit in my recliner in my high rise apartment. Watching the day begin. Traffic buzzing. Sky line slowly broadening. Chasing away the cold, dark night. Relaxed enjoying my waking moments, time dictates no more lounging about. Time is fleeting....

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my rooster has crowed spewing fourth not in words but what a great morning...

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to the east a full moon mounting the hill it's size bigger than any ego i've ever seen to the west a departing sun not ready to surrender as she blushes in crimson splashes cement stacks lashing back lavender streams against the edges of duskiness me caught in the middle of a battle over the first clear skies this week stilled like the air as the first star appears above my wishes now adrift in the rift of darkness...

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Inside a bar in my town I drown brown sorrows, swilling beer after beer Feeling tall in my gaunt gown as I play the clown Wishing I could wipe away her memory into a low gear Which in my Corolla I engage Thoughts tumbling, feelings grumbling As mind and conscience I enrage Fumbling, crumbling, gambling Until eyes get bloodshot Mind goes bleary Brain overheats...

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Scrutiny of Mounting Mutiny Wanted to feel secure so had a scrutiny, Of what would be big mounting mutiny; How they react, To body contact; Immediately knew ir required immunity. Jim Horn...

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Help me Lord I'm crying I'm sorry for the things I done Help me Lord I've fallen Please pick me up now Mounting up wings I shall fly Help me Lord I'm dying You've forgiven me from my sins Grace you've granted me Yet forgiven me no denying Mounting up wings I shall fly Help me Lord God in my present tense Help me in my...

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Trump Paranoid Maniac Mounting Proof Trump paranoid maniac was mounting proof; Could always tell when head had hit the roof; By head led, That bled and bled; Every time when up as a goof he would goof. Jim Horn...

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“I'm ready for mounting” she innocently exclaimed As she prepared a painting for inserting in a frame Boss misunderstood Some guy's manhood Was the subject, not an innocent proclaim...

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There was that noise again A soft buzzing in the room Not that it was very loud But with just the light from the moon Sarah could not quite make out If there was something there Soon she found herself sitting up And continuing to stare It wasn't more than 5 minutes Since her book she put aside A story of a little...

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the trees mounting up and squatting the vacant lot, to rebuild the earth...

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Growing is a part of life. Some days suck I just want to give up And sit on a rock like a sitting duck. Those magical days have gone and passed me by. Don’t worry Ill try to catch up. But when that car comes by again I’m pull up Along side it Because I’m not letting opportunity passed me by A day...

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