Mr. Poems - Poems about Mr.

Mr. Macron now recognizes ‘Palestine’ a country that never was, that never had borders He somehow thinks that things will be ‘fine’ ...

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FLIP-FLOP FLIP-FLOP FLIP-FLOP GOING BAREFOOT FEELS FINE AT THE TIME YEAH AND SHOES DO TOO SOMETIMES I NEED SOMETHING LIGHT SOMETHING NOT QUITE SO TIGHT ONLY SANDALS WILL DO OF THE PACK I HAD MY PICK WISH I KNEW WHAT MAKES THEM TICK AND GET A HANDLE ON THESE MY BRAND NEW SANDALS THEY DIDN'T COST A LOT OF MONEY BUT WHEN I WALK MY FEET...

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Rig rag Shaggy rag Rip, rip, rip, Wrinkle in the water A wilder whisper Crepuscular crème brûlée. What is madness really? Have I not a wordly thought? Wordly jumble, Words, words, words, Coherent as a Dostoevsky mumble. Musing wrists and elbows in a swaddle, Up of green and purple trumpets, Sickly technicolour cuddle. Circadian bunny pudding. Hullo, there it is again! I saw it there, just there! Did not. But...

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Old Mr. Johnson, with broom in one hand, Told his sweet granddaughter, “Sleep, not grandstand!” Her room was empty, the air grew cold— Only the Ouija sat silent and bold. He muttered and shivered, “No time to wait,” Grabbed his truck keys and zipped past the gate. The cemetery whispered secrets...

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I have been reborn and have soared with aggressive force out of my coffin As I emerge from the cosmic womb covered in my Mother's blood Now I'm creator, now I'm universe....

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Mr. Bojangles Song by Jerry Jeff Walker I knew a man Bojangles and he danced for you In worn out shoes Silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants The old soft shoe He jumped so high He jumped so high Then he'd lightly touched down Mr bojangles Mr bojangles Mr bojangles Dance I met him in a cell in new orleans i was Down and out He looked to me...

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#1 MISSESS AND MR. MOTHER AND BABBY BY: MUÑOZ MACIEL FAMILIA FOREVER LIKE A HEARTS TOUCH FRAGEL BUT DEEP THAT RIPES ME APPART And tears me open AS I KNOW IVE LOST YOU TO THAT OF A WOMEN......... Without a heart TOGETHER OUR SPIRITS CALL...

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The first heart attack was quite mild: he put it down to indigestion at first, but the pain persisted. Some pills and lectures on lifestyle changes followed the stay in hospital. Yes, he'd try to stop smoking, he said, and to cut out the fatty foods. But the craving for cigarettes was too strong and he secretly smoked, while assuring me that...

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Streets are filling with needles, disease and narcissist the airways rimmed with demands for respect if you don't agree 100 % they'll ring your neck and your next of kin. people turn to plants and spirit to retrieve their souls not realizing until it's too late that they've flushed it all down the toilet bowl... grasping blindly through turds of madness... Directionless. they turn...

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Noel wilcox is pushing on..Lets hope he gets old Sad-dik to stop carrying on so strong; yet wrong'...

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The Masked Ghoul Mr. CinChief Fear mongering and peddling crude dirt politics Is his favorite tool of trade at as this moment... The one they do call time and again Our able leader One who hides behind vain smiles And assurances of half ridden truths With cleverly disguised yesterday’s lies Carefully disguised as today’s half-truths Has mesmerized the ignoramus masses Into believing that...

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Going barefoot feels fine at the time and wearing shoes do too but sometimes I need something light something not quite so tight only sandals will do going barefoot feels fine now and then and donning boots do too but sometimes I want something loose something I can put to good use only sandals come through sandals always do the trick and of the...

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I was relaxing sitting in my sunroom, and I was marveling at the sky When I noticed stuck to my window screen there was an interesting big old dragonfly So, I gently and quietly opened up my window in hopes that I could set him free But he just stayed there with his wings at rest and...

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A Letter to Mr. Keating Your F1 visa is calling you for the last call to submit a paper “To love that strong thou must leave ere long.” We met there with notarization, tax return, Gre and 1099 questions I saw you. Ruthless, unplugged and in a killer mode You asked me with a mode in anonymity, (they served well...

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I'm scared to speak, my heart beats fast, Fear of judgment, fear of being last, My words get jumbled, my voice does quake, I'm an introvert, my heart does ache. When called to speak, I feel like I'm falling, My words get stuck, my voice keeps calling, I want to pour out my heart, but I'm afraid, Of being wrong, of not...

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