Mustached Poems - Poems about Mustached

... The parents whose 12-year-old son was just laid to rest From spraying bullets exploding in his young body’s chest The father whose daughter was tortured and raped By monsters initiating in a......

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...My identical twin and I have little in common, yet we have this one thing. In order to start cleaning we have to watch Hoarders, a TV show with zing. It shows women whose houses are cluttered with ......

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...I stand inside a ballroom that stretches long before me, it is a sitting room right now, formal chairs and setees, tall windows stretch ceiling to floor, twice as tall as a man, with velvet drapes......

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...Sheba had that twirly whirly jumpy bumpy personality That told you she was either a Gemini or on drugs I am a Gemini, and on drugs, so I recognized her right away Others steered clear of her, us......

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...I Am Your Shadow You literally crawl out of your bed before the sun has come up, Stretching reluctantly, knowing it’s another day on this island earth. So you drag yourself to the john down the ......

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...mustached monoku critic channels Seinfeld - no haiku for you......

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...Reincarnated, I will come back as a mustached and bearded Italian organ grinder, I will live in Rome, Italy and play my home-made barrel organ in the streets, My pet spider monkey, Shark, will happ......

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... A racist white man’s vehicle broke down in the middle of the blackest pride side of Motown He scratched his red neck double chin in Appalachian drawl dismay; perplexed at havin......

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...(Continued from Double Play - Part 1) With glove on knee and fingered stitch the pitcher was so ready He threw the ball at Casey who like a rock was steady Casey thought he’d fool them all and ......

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...She dreamt in smoky salmon clouds of dawn, forsaking violets of bitter truth, that he had stayed and not to heaven gone still in the cherry blossom of his youth, that umber hair and eyes he sti......

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...I decided today when I woke up To write a poem for everyone I'd start off with the very old And end up with the young In between I'd have kings and queens Along with a peasant or two A geniu......

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...Just the other day I met Robert Goulet I was surprised a bit The way his mustache twitched A mind of its own Like in the Twilight Zone Jumping right off his face His mustache ran away ......

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...Mustached, smiling motorcycle man. Marvelous medic. Perennial helping hand. Stony chuckle, mainstay of Auburn clan. Journey well. May your afterlife be grand. -Angel Fatale- -r.i.p. Rob......

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...You wonder how my day was spent? I snuck into a circus tent; to take a peek was my intent. I'm glad I went, I'm glad I went. A mustached girl from Bogata looked like my uncle's mom-in-law, he......

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...Charles Epps 1863 - 1903 It was I, Charles Epps, The mustached mason with the triumphant trowel, The bushy browed benefactor Of my father’s farm tools. It was I who laid the cornerstone ......

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