Moxie Poems - Poems about Moxie

With a hitch in my get-along which set me wrong my get-up-and-go is sadly misplaced it done got up and went cannot be traced it's really too tragic my mojo is spent I need someone who versed in voodoo will weave their magic do some hoodoo come through with the juju who'll hand me an amulet give me a charm which won't go amiss so I draw no harm with a little...

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Wandering, ever wandering straddling cultural divides Never homing, ever-roaming o’er fretful borders or oceans’ high tides The hands of a tailor, a mender, a fixer-upper conning the vernacular just enough for supper Wandering,...

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There's a ball on the ground, and I think I should grab that for Moxie. Dog food is on sale, and my cart is halfway down the aisle before I remember. Evening comes. Our dog park time. But there is no retriever clamoring to go. Squirrels caper on the fence, teasing, teasing, but he's not there to see He's been gone for a long time, but...

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fully cognizant of what is fair and just; doing exactly that without fear, or while incurring the slings and arrows of fierce opposition. ...

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I never talk to others like slack, But for me, I’ll always talk back....

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Have a blessed birthday, Princess, Living on earth requires moxie; Weathering the storm needs firmness, To overcome calamity. Topic: Birthday of Princess April I. Bardon (April 01)...

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my Love mustered moxie and disused me one night: she left me victim to a pitiful plight while she raised the gall to doll herself up and go to a ball on the arm of a date while I languished alone with a case of cold beer that I drank to forget the heartbreak she caused, the pain and the doubt of first being jilted— those longnecks went “pop” and...

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Moxie's has a lot of moxie calling their restaurant Moxie's In fact if you want to know what I think, it's really kinda cocky Their ego's busting out Best meals they shout Great for getting attention in fact it's quite foxy...

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I can read for days, and write through the hypes, I can age old beer with emotional nights, I can eat a whole pie, and pray not to die, I can sleep with no sound, just like you hide behind the pound, I can see the wind, I can taste the sky, I can see that I wasn't here first- because...look! There! That's the real...

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