Prequel Poems - Poems about Prequel

northern glacier winds winter frozen winds subsides just a few weeks spring ~ trolling deficit grounds no longer hard yet soars temperatures rises ~ spring is on the throne environmental scene soon green festive spring 3/12/25 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024...

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[The earliest known true mammal and hence man’s earliest ancestor was a creature very similar in both size and appearance to a modern day shrew] * The years since the rock hit are sixty-six million, the dinosaurs died and the...

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I bet they laughed, I bet they howled I bet Winston Churchill growled Where’d you get this loony from He’s talking ’bout a bouncing bomb All the drawings all the plans All the notes and telegrams Tell what happens when one slams Barrels into concrete dams Laden heavy for the flight Nineteen bombers in the night A secret plan too mad to warrant? First...

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"The Prequel" by: Eric L. Boddie In my Life, I have come across so many people And all of them are truly equal Because we all must battle evil And everyday, that is the sequel And some don't agree with how I Chase The Steeple Maybe it's because I am balder than the eagle Or perhaps because instead of a brush, I...

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Twinkle Twinkle Rogue Star Wander Wander from afar Contract Cleaner is the game you play Arrived in orbit Yesterday Twinkle Twinkle Brutal Star Holy Crap There you are One man's planet is another's clutter Weapons Hot Slice the Earth like butter...

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love her for the ride she loves to riot write to her right or wrong she loved and it lasted tongue-tied in tears and in longing for simpler poem titles in sweeter whispers of nothing in solidarity in more of nothing in a lover's soliloquy or in simply - being in love would you dare to love the ride or her would you dare make the mess we made ...

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As a springtime fancy turns into love And from a dandelion sprouts a rose Her eyes so enticing, her smile so inviting With every raindrop our love grows In the meadow where we first made love On your blanket out in a field Temptation took hold, and our once unknowns To each the other revealed Now the smell of the honeysuckle Adrift...

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Laid right there on some fluffy grass waiting for all the boys to pass the wind would blow Callie would show those gazing down her prickly azz...

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It was the Roman times, A high noble I was, The city was under a rule of mimes, Passed to control, were silent laws. I travelled outside the city walls, For a really important trade, And suddenly my chariot stalls, In front of us was a blockade. The bandits swarmed over us, All my companions fled, So I was captured, thus, To their place, I was...

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It was not a decision taken lightly When we found that our free servitude Unrequited was by our chosen masters With their metal monsters they had fallen in love Growling,roaring and spitting fumes Our nostrils filling with the smell of burnt sugar Until that became an acrid stench Drowning all the sweet sounds and scents of nature In the raw Our fields they usurped While...

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whatever would be the point of intervention what good would it do i know where they are i know right where i lost them so then are they lost the meaning of lost seems to be ambiguous what a sketchy word you can't find your keys and so therefore you lost them i know where they are so then are they lost lost to you but not to...

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BY EZAR HE WAS ONLY SIXTEEN WITH A FIT SICK CLEAN FULL OF FOCUS ON LIFE DREAMS STACKS OF CREAM NICE CARS WITH HIGH BEAMS ADMIRING DBOYS WHO CONTROL THE BLOCK AROUND THE CLOCK LIKE A MONOPOLY ON STOCKS CASH FLOW SEEMED TO NEVER STOP HALF A BRICK HE COPED SCHOOL OF HARD KNOCKS TAUGHT HIM HOW TO CHOP NOW HES...

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The Shadow of the Sun Empty conversations full of words with no point… Happy statements that hide what is real… Long talks that betray nothing of the past… Days on end of words exchanged…but no insight to the truth... Years of close contact…but nothing has been revealed… The truth is like a shadow… hiding in the sun… The shadow that shines in darkness…that...

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Years would pass Families would come and go Boys grew into men And girls into women Seasons would change As Alexandra quietly roamed The dark rooms of her castle of dreams Now a dungeon of gloom Silently biding her time Waiting for the day A handsome young man would arrive To take up residence In the summer of two ��"thousand Sebastian and Sharon moved into the old...

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II The great depression of the twenties began, Despite Darren’s extended work hours The business’s revenue gradually began to decline As Alexandra continued to paint Aside from her sudden bout of illness Seeping up on her It became dismissed As being contracted due to treacherous weather The prolonged absence of Darren Was accompanied with a nagging emptiness Began to grow increasingly intolerable Somewhere,...

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