Plugs Poems - Poems about Plugs

“Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate", most frequently translated as "Abandon all hope, ye who enter here". A. Dante, 14th century Italian poet They sway the power over mere mortals They drop the words that cannot be appealed Gods of carjacks are deities, immortals The voodoo magic over vehicles they wield Their world is full of strange sounds “Alignment, ratchet, dolly and...

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Bath Plugs The bath plugs, who weekly have been talking with my aloof and snappy parents about presenting me in front of a TV (oh how the anguish of paranoid will kill me!) audience to show, mock, my sickness, are inductees of the governing body of the City of Sydney. ...

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Sam wears earplugs because his wife snores. "Please see a doctor" he often implores. "I think you have apnea and I'd really be happier if this is something you do not ignore!"...

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I have friends who whine to me, so I whine back naturally. Now my cat whines at the door. He's much louder then before. This sound I can't ignore Never wishing to offend, I need to end this whining trend. Ear plugs....

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He sweats, he grunts he plods, he plugs There is't a ditch he hasn't dug Works like a dog and eats like a horse Though most of his meals are only one course Had to quit school when his parents died Got married young to his 'baby bride' One kid after another took away...

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Power points of dimensional spinning graphs are largely placed in cement viewfinders in aerated office space with dome foam chairs. Dome foam chairs are the salt of seats and seating is considered important for lengthy discussion tables whose droning voices appear to form no conclusion yet get salaried by the milliseconds. Thousands and thousands of...

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when i am alone are where i rome or at home i listen to my sounds turn vol down lay around and sugs i where EAR PLUGS...

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Ears ringing from the compressing sound Feathers still floating to the ground By Robb A. Kopp All Rights Reserved © MMX...

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All I can hear are voices-voices-voices trampling over one another no concern for unfinished thoughts; repeated high-pitched points never driven home; laughter like sharks biting at my brain; sounds of a drunk circus juggling volume; a ferris wheel of chatter spinning out of control. Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk Like a wood pecker chipping away at my patience; I sit in the...

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When silence knock the door After all fights to be calmed Plugged my ear to hear music Pray to my dark deafness. Survival of basic skills Become a necessity as breath. Plugged to calm to unbearable one. What the music accomplish In hands of capital gain....

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