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Oily Poems - Poems about Oily


Sebaceous glands connected to follicles secrete an oily substance called sebum
Sebaceous glands connected to follicles secrete an oily substance called sebum With a title deeply rooted in subject matter iterated above invariably makes for hair raising poem, though I immediately attest said material constitutes atypical topic the writing process (with intent to share bizarre pet peeve) mildly cathartic to ameliorate long established body dysmorphia, (which lifelong aversion about how body electric of mine - a corporeal entity...

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Categories: oily, 12th grade, 9th grade,
Form: Free verse
Jackie Oily Palms
JACKIE OILY PALMS I recall them days that i lived at the east coast of Kenya then a college boy We lived at the hostels near customs in a place near an animal orphanage Hallers park- near Bombolulu town Where coastal s loved to partake sweet palm wine straight from the palm trees all over the region Me Georgie and Jackie then best of buddies went to...

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Categories: oily, africa, community, crazy, drink,
Form: Narrative



Oily Muscat
Full of oil in sweating Muscat, But a little oil in their sweet muscat! (Muscat is also a popular sweet meat)...

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Categories: oily, environment, sweet,
Form: Imagism
Song of the Oily Men
We only want to oil the heads of oily men. We have no oil for those who are oilless. You who are the owners of oil and who do the business of oil are our relatives and friends- we want to declare it again and again. But those who are poor and beggars, who are going to embrace the Death very...

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Categories: oily, satire,
Form: Free verse
Oily April Showers
Deep Water Horizon-- from below the earth through the ocean to the shorelines-- oily April showers brought darkness...

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Categories: oily, natural disasters, nature, recovery
Form: Free verse



Sidewalk's Oily Pastels
Rainbow in a box ...

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Categories: oily, allegory
Form: Haiku
Premium Member Within the Oily Wonder
What wicked things wail this way? Nothing that I know of-- Only this cloaking curtain, This mooned and muted shadowland... All fright is found in non-disclosure Within the oily wonder, Punctured by scars and stars and Wounded well-wishers Wondering upon a sparrow'd wickedness....

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Categories: oily, nature
Form: Free verse

Book: Reflection on the Important Things