Rattle Poems - Poems about Rattle

Butterflies in chest Love in breast Pass life’s test Only in death...

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In light industrial units, sheet-metal roofs ping under the rising heat of the sun. Sounds of tin stretched into rhythm. He tumbles out of a fuzzy dream tramples over himself, sucks in half-digested thoughts. Morning on the edge of a medium-sized mid-west city, Mourning doves throttle a coo or two. This late chiming morn, he shares a first-rate breakfast tea with the chug and chur of a...

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Sam W Foss 'RATTLE of the DOLLAR ___ ============| | | $$$$$$$$$$$$$$ | | ...

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finds yours truly groveling along February third 2022, never linkedin - analogous to stray animal without being befriended, thus I don't belong survival instincts taught yours truly the necessity acting courageous and headstrong even if necessary to stare down King Kong, who actually shows me respect such that every now and again we play a game of ping pong and on a...

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Yours truly dug deep with bony strength in tandem with fantasy notions know king around in figurative heady toboggan noggin like cranial carapace to muster every ounce of strength in an effort to escape chronic confrontation with endless streak of bleakness. Although cursed with brutish, nasty, and short nefarious fate as a measly looking human varmint, this...

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On light industrial units, sheet-metal roofs ting under the rising flames of sunlight, alloy is stretched into ping-pong rhythms. He arises, rolls off the side of comfort For a moment tramples on himself as if he had too much baggy skin. Morning on the edge of a medium-sized city. This summer I will inflate or die, he thinks, this late chiming morn, I will...

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winter dial swift copy sprout rooster thyme pray...

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In light industrial units, sheet-metal roofs ting under the rising flames of sunlight, sounds of tin are stretched into rhythm. He arises, rolls off the edge of comfort tramples on himself as if he had a baggy skin. Morning on the edge of a medium-sized mid-west city, “This summer I will inflate or die”, he thinks, “this late chiming morn, I will behead habitual...

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I felt the ground move did you feel the earthquake too? shake, rattle, and roll...

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I have died, So many times, More than most have lived...

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Cages Trump Will Rattle Have been conflicted by fighting a battle, After all our cages Trump still does rattle; Like little kid, Who flipped lid, And he like telling lies and on us will tattle. Jim Horn...

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Beware Mr. Snake Poisonous tale...Rattle and Shake ~ Man...Your life's at stake....

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Once rice plants in golden frocks danced on my lap. And I was proud. Now the weeds dry my veins. Once reapers, bending like the sickles, lulled me with their bucolic songs. And I snoozed under the paddy fragrance. Now I wake up frightened by the ‘profit – talks’. Once the ecstatic moon rose above the rhythms of the night. Moonlight was so charming with some ...

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Rattle and Tattle Battle big battle; And Trump's cage this will rattle; On him did tattle. Guess that is how we heard about all of the Trump rumors. Body of a Baboon. Heard her name was eloquent Eloise, Who loved swinging through tall trees; What discovered about her pretty soon, Face and body resembled a basking baboon; Asked her to marry him on bended...

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Ta'likra was a most stubborn slave He loved to rattle the chain It was a sound of pure defiance that echoed across the lush plantation terrain Son of Antuk had a pygmy burning bush spirit He seethed silently as the lashes dug deep into his back The masters hoped the other slaves would see this bloody spectacle and fear it, thwarting any thoughts of a rebellious...

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