Movers Poems - Poems about Movers

No comfort for the stickler, sticking literary fixtures depicting conflicting inklings to their minds as perfect pictures. With one stroke of my pen the standards rose again and damned be lesser men. As the pros of prose impose and profess, chaos needs redress. For I, who's distress you must address, now cower and cleanse this mess,...

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History is history drawn by observation to attract Up and down motion The thought of the old Dinosaur Escalators at Macy’s Herald Square The old fossil’s still work It gets Macy’s customers from selling floor to selling floor They still work for sure I know, I worked at the Macy’s Herald Square Tower for 38 Years on the 13th Floor of...

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MORTALS like you and I can do great and mighty things. We can OPEN locked doors without assigned keys. We can operate UNDER the circumstances or in spite of them. We NEVER say never or accept the first 'No' for an answer. We THRUST ourselves into all that we believe in and ANSWER truly without fear of consequences. We refuse to...

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Date: June 2045 Damali was in the mood to gain Knowledge. who better to learn From? Then the Major Maverick Master my favorite uncle. Damian." He sought Damian. Found him in His den. "Hey Dad, I came to Check you. I'd like to watch you Work listen to you talk. Wanna Know how you operate." Damian leaned back in...

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This was the seventh time we'd moved, In the wee morning before the sunrise But somehow, I could feel God approved And there'd be a great beginning apprised Once we lived way out in the country I'd watch the daily train pass by Swinging in a tree swing hungry Boy, how those days were on the fly Before that move,...

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*Image of Lovers Night by Pinterest. Tale of The Night Movers Hail, a phantom moon traversing its cloaked chambered recesses of her prevalent crown. Unspool gently and host minding eyes immersed within your ethereal pull exacting Cupid's pursuit impresses dependably. Slay suspicious initiatives yond hints of their riddled hearts pausing serenity and tryst capers a fullness until dawning climbs to a whispering. Anticipatory confidences secure immature adoration, gift a sense of a...

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PAINT MOVERS As dawn lifts the darker veil of night On spectrum of colours' soft wings fresh day arrives Holding palette to paint emotions of delight Bursting from land of prism rainbow skies Light of sparkling mid-day Wide dreamy yonder devoid of shadows Painting shades of mauve keeping sadness at bay In mind myriad tinged moments glow...

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The Paint Movers. The old boat sits in the dry dock. Layers of shabby paint covering the vessel. The boat wears a mask of magnanimity, like a woman about to apply a mud pack. The old boat has a date with the cosmetic warrior's, who come clothed like space-men, in white overalls, rubber gloves, and goggles. She...

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The Queen of England exists in a sphere Of opulence, hygiene, crystals and clear The Queen of England, between me and you Is oblivious of the fact, that all is not true The Queen of England is surrounded by maids Valets and footmen, horse guard parades The Queen of England has nothing and much Closeted, nurse maided and kept out of touch Once...

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I slid the slider to my art studio with cautious optimism, Hoping to find my brushes and glitter and paint and glue Somewhere close to where I had left them last night. The bright pink paint I had specifically placed front and center was missing. Let us not jump to conclusions, my socialized mind said. Maybe it was not...

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Echoes of their squalling, finally interferes with my slumber. Opening my eyes, to see the pensive faces of the ladened. And my ears, to the ear-splitting shrill of the piteous. Showing me their greatest fears, Slowing becoming reality before their eyes. I have seen for myself, brothers smothering one another. As a new era seeks recognition, Iniquity impetuously taking its position. Tardily becoming the order of the...

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Movers of the night Spear me for my tears has Just arrived Cold winds of the night Take care of me And embrace my mind to refresh more Hot waters, touch my skin In places no one knows Dark light, please light up the room But don't shine so bright For my tears would be seen Spirits...

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It’s up to us movers and shakers in this world to get things done that need doing. You and I know full well that others will sit still and wait, for us to get the old pot stewing. The movers and shakers are lonely at the top, but that is their residence by choice. It is they who get things done...

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People are Moved by honesty Stirred by sincerity Motivated by integrity Encouraged by this reality...

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