Passe Poems - Poems about Passe

Witness if you will, the occupants of Deep Space Flight 6952, on a mission to the farthest reaches of the galaxy. A short time ago, the spaceship experienced turbulence, and soon they'll experience fear, and even doubt reality. They've just entered The Twilight Zone. 'What a rough patch of turbulence!' said Thomas. Nicole responded, 'I believe it's the worst we've...

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Books are passé’, Grandma! No one uses them anymore Let’s burn them all. It was one of the hood wearers. The older woman was shocked to her core. She had never gotten used to the I-pads, I-pods or I-phones. Let me show you what we do with them, The Hood Wearer said. He lit one on fire Holding it up so she...

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Brenda has a big bottom, it causes quite a wake as she swims toward me. Soft girl steaming up to my woody chuffing like a tugboat, mouth as wide as a catfish. Such things are not written of nearly enough....

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So what's your most fervent prayer today Betcha I can guess, it's about finding your way It's a crazy hike Instead take a bike You'll get there sooner coz walking is passé...

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Le Passé - Translation of Oodgeroo Noonuccal’s « The Past » by T. Wignesan Que personne ne le dise: le passé est mort. Le passé nous entoure et aussi là-dedans. Hanté par le souvenir de la tribu, je sais Que ce petit moment, ce présent accidentel Ne me définie pas entièrement dont la conception prolongée Est fruit d’un passé profond. Cette...

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My phone's passe and so it's slow Which is annoying, as things go, But even worse, the weather's wrong; It gives me temps that don't belong. My husband's phone says 39. The radio agrees; not mine. It told me 61 all day And on that number it will stay. My data storage has no room. I can't take pictures - you'd assume That it would...

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My nephew thinks of email Like a telegraph's to me - It's ancient and old-fashioned and passe. I sent an e-computer card But got a message back It was never viewed though sent two weeks away. I guess he's into Facebook, Which I'm not, or maybe text. However he connects is not for me. The generation gap Is growing wider all the time And...

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Songs of passe' drifting From a distant somewhere out They breathe into me As a longing that wants to be, aught And I begin by grasping at traces Of a sadness in loss of innocence Naivety was its beauty Like the fawn that wanders from the morning mist So with ease I interpret the simplicity Into what offers fantasy considers Then again,...

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Songs of passe' drifting From a distant somewhere out They breathe into me As a longing that wants to be, aught And I begin by grasping at traces Of a sadness in loss of innocence Naivety was its beauty Like the fawn that wanders from the morning mist So with ease I interpret the simplicity Into what offers fantasy considers Then again,...

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