Pack Poems - Poems about Pack

Don’t fold me on-the-fold, on the crease well-marked. I’m tired of swans and cranes, of being shaped into your cookie cutter shapes, pressed into the dough. Let me be the mirrored sea. The tranquil lake of high country. The field of grass at dawn, undisturbed by quake of breeze. Let me be the elixir scent of flowers, untainted by stench of memories. The blue...

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went to toronto to see a doctor gettin oldt so some changes that occur are intellectual yet of a growth period that spans beyond my past philosophies to a poetic oldt-age vision of all realities in which subjectivity equals all objectivity len ...

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Call it what you will But I know exactly where I have been You have stripped away my zeal and well me up with Nippon steel The knife is at his throat and travelers are loading in a big boat Where they are going, I don’t know But they are getting ready for the burning man’s show The shackles have been...

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_______________ Zaahid sharaab peene de masjid mei baith kar, Yaa vo jagah bataade jahaañ par khudaa na ho. Priest, let me sit in a mosque with my pint, Or show me a place without His footprint. ...

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he sits in front of us with his family nice touch but then it is evident from his long pig face that there; has been some foul play the sweet woman welcomes us before proceedings with a monologue of length i stare at the seat in front of me cake wasted and my wife brings a Coca Cola the bloke...

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She prowled the night horizon sniffing for prey oh, my here it came, happy hey, hey, hey, hey! She and her pack tore the animal quickly in half. So glad to be dining on a baby giraffe. They laughed their hideous song into the night. Some would say this does not feel right. Especially the mother who was looking for her...

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Do you move in pack? People does!... People of the same interest Same religion Many by societal Others by muse Everyone belongs to a group Knowingly or unknowingly. Even lions and wolves Moves in pack Supporting each other Hunting another While protecting one and another Against external forces Fiercely and fearlessly from time to time. People come together For a common goal Either for good or evil...

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(G Penta minor for the first lines in a ballad pulse 72 quarter, ) My wolves are my strength, and I am their strength We are a pack, and we are family Messing with them is messing with me Messing with me is messing with them Different species are in our ranks. We are no longer exclusively one species. (F Blues/D...

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jim-dandy jingoist’s jolly jargon jeopardizes jittery Jerry’s jiffy jurisdiction. Jubilant joyful jongleur jerks judge Jones’ judgement. jam-packed jury jeers joyfully a jabberwocky....

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Do not eat my lunch I have seven shrimps and Five thousand ten rice....

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With all my movie friends, and tv too, vanishing, I turn my attention to the brat pack. Brandishing life. Ally, Molly, Judd, Spader, Cusack, Gray and more. Out of Bounds on my screen, terrifying, a thrill ride. Or I could loopity-loop The Breakfast Club, burns sizzling, redefining the bad boy, who pierces his ear with a precious diamond from the popular...

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i am a dog mom recliner full of wet dog queen bee of the pack...

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the dogs are waiting to see my next move they follow me from room to room from mailbox to porch from porch to art studio I am their pied piper they have a daddy, and they love him but unless he is beside the refrigerator, they are mine my own pack; my protectors, my babies If daddy has the refrigerator open, they leave...

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the dogs travel behind me from room to room as if I am a kite and these three are my ribbons my husband calls me the pied piper they like your smell, he tells me. I have no idea what it is, but they adore me including me in their pack, and I feel honored...

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I am a bonafide certified mommy-fied leader of a dog pack. They currently sit at my feet waiting to see what we will do next. Beau our newbie is the only renegade who keeps running from the pack. He has never had the run of six acres before, and he loves it. Sophie, our old lady cocker is sedate...

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