Octane Poems - Poems about Octane

...Without memory there can be no insight. Without love, there can be no appreciation. Anne Rice From the deepest recesses of the crowded hall Came a thunderous applause that shook the walls......Read the rest...

...My heart works eight times three; in search of passions' prosperity Hidden in darkness, I crave the simplest of the lights' normality My mind won't stray; embracing the loudest of rhymes melody Wo......Read the rest...

...Paddy His name is Padraig Torrin McWheaten of County Cork, esq. – Paddy for short! He is Celtic mischief with deep brown eyes the color of Irish sod, a big, black gumdrop nose and a wavy wheat co......Read the rest...

...Written By: D. Collins 11/21/22 Magic Patrick Magic Patrick can pull a rabbit from a hat. No matter how far down, he always comes back. Runnin......Read the rest...

...The end of everything The master of the old tank ship that resembled a schooner sat fretting in his cabin; for twenty years he had been the master of the ship, a friendship between the animate ......Read the rest...

...Yours is my sacred non-zero soul core center shared within Surrounded by your robust fertile masculine energy Not to exploit and yet not too shy Not too retractive nor extractive, eq......Read the rest...

...On the way out the door by morning Keys still in the lock for strangers Stop at the bank for a cash transaction Empty is the account which has no funds E......Read the rest...

...Messiah’s portent His advent, descent, ascent Returns to cement Apostates conspire To douse the prophet's hellfire But reap God's backfire Curse your weighted scale Your oppression leaves ......Read the rest...

...a fox runs up to me and asks me for directions i reply to old sly by shrugging my shoulders and having a seat the fox then lays down next to me to watch the sunset and take in the brisk morni......Read the rest...

...Day-193 “Very Bad Santa Crawl” Once upon a time I wandered upon this scene Was quite a jolly bunch Down in New Orleans Down on Bourbon Street Where bad boys and girls come to play Some ......Read the rest...

...Used to be this high octane poet Running outta gas, my poems sure show it Need a fillup Injection up my butt Of phrases like “grease monkey in the pit”......Read the rest...

...Newspaper blows along rain-washed streets, dying echoes of hash tags and tweets promising hook-ups, flash mobs and meets, long gone to their bed-sits and urban retreats. Puddles painted with ne......Read the rest...

...AntiPoem 4 “Santo and Johnny” (Poet’s instruction- Play “Sleepwalk” twice by Santo and Johnny while reading) Santo and Johnny play Sleepwalk on Fender steel and bass Just oozing out their mel......Read the rest...

...Spring takes me for a warm walk in the park, with emerald trees swaying in the breeze. And I hear the chirps of a meadowlark sung to captivate and attract a mate. A bushy-tailed squirre......Read the rest...

...There's another virus going around. Flustered by everything COVID-19; I am grateful I still have a job, but grumpy I have to drive there in the rain - I need to get to the fast lane or I'll be ......Read the rest...