Prepping Poems - Poems about Prepping

...A poem should explain itself -- define what it is – at the poem’s prepping, by the poet done all the required kneading whether healing or bleeding, a poem should be its own hunger or ......

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...On many a workday morning, I sit at my kitchen table and watch the BIRDS lite on electric lines, or listen to their sweet chirps from the treetops. I watch the SUN rising over the horizon, a......

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...February 27th, 2018 literary tinkering rejiggered October 11th, 2024 I believed fortune cookie maxim cryptic message couched Apple Macbook Pro update process alternately titled “markedly a L......

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...What if I could create another holiday, One where it’s full of fun and play? A magical day, so simple and rewarding, No grandiose ideas, just enjoying. Embracing a cup of tea or cocoa, Preppin......

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...Violence in the political party A pebble thrown to defend oneself from a barrage of 100- stones The bully then complains of abuse—might never makes right will we unite?—I......

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...During finals week, I’d spent days on various reports and papers, scribbling in the margins of notes and books, checking facts, revising flashcards and prepping with friends. I’ve an unshakable faith......

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...OTETS THE MANY DAYS AND NIGHT YOU LENT ME YOUR DIVINE EAR THROUGH PRAYER DURING HARDSHIP TIMES AND ILLNESS RAISING MY GRANDDAUGHTER KEEPING HER SAFE IN CATHOLIC SCHOOLS IN WISCONSIN OUR LADY OF......

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... I melt into the plural sky its rippling tableaus of tomorrow underneath open light waves see-saws the labyrinth like Delphi tendrils crossing channels all the changing faces played automati......

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... The rhythms of the night Sounds of a dark symphony A mysterious cacophony Sends chill up and down the spine Shadows chase the light of a full moon Across meadow and forest green No stranger t......

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... In the still of the night, I become intoxicated with the moon's soft light, the view of Roxy Anne, City Lights. Whispers of the wind caress my lampogen, I let her back into my......

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...Before the sun's pieces, Shine on brim's, coffee mug; And with my prepping airs— It's all jeopardy to Roll frost in bed somewhere. Before the sun's pieces, Rain in a golden chain. I pine at......

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...I received a re-invitation email this morning. A ‘come on, why don’t you want to?’ note that struck me as odd. See, I’ve been ‘tapped’ for a couple of final clubs at Yale. It can happen if you earn t......

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...It’s been 36 days since you were dethroned You were the free-standing house, I was the fist that ripped the power line in half You’re the ouija board to my spirits of the past, You keep bringing......

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...Ever-changing Autumn, its shapes and shades. Fanning breath stirs the heavily laden; transforms and redraws like playful charades, prepping, and grooming, all the misshapen. A pasto......

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...Shortness of breath, the struggle with stairs The paranoid thoughts, of judgemental stares Tomorrow I'll start, next week I will too. The person you're fooling can be only you. You carry on,......

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