Firework Rhyme Poems

                       My three-year-old...

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Computers computing have pinpointed here
This planet, it seems, has something to fear
I look to the skies and they’re beautiful…… now
The stars are quite static, yet...

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O boulder, with pitch resin shine!
Flicker fine at night!
Fate and Fortune, thus we dine!
Sign, O line of sight!

Ichor in immortal veins?
Crenellate to hold.
No use waiting...

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a spangled stand stood at a summer fair
the sugar shack sells at nine dollars a treat
pastel skeins of silk spun lighter than air
melt-in-mouth-goodness, so delectable...

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Summer heat fades away.
The crisp nip of an Autumn breeze
brings in skeletal trees without leaves. 
Soon comes the icy winter night;
the gnawing frostbite.
Spring provides a...

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Remember, remember the 5th of November.
The gunpowder plot, that was supposed to dismember.
A failed plot by Guy Fawkes to take down the Crown.
With his cache...

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Diwali is the festival of lights
in which the rockets reach the heights
a day filled with laughter and fun
a temporary relief from the hasty run
sweets shared...

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I wish to bring your kind attention about a sadness,         That is the real darkness below the...

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Your Soul is the most beautiful thing 
By Michelle Morris
29/02/2024

I see you standing there
The stars are a backdrop to your visage
Everything about you is magical
You're...

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When lanterns paint the sky,
I'll weave tulsi trinkets, celebrate divine sight~
while stars fly..

Wings of new moon,
flare as festivals of delight,
in tune.

We praise,
eternal light~
rays.

When lanterns paint...

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              If a poem was a spell at wizard's dell. 
Would it...

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Waiting for the clock to strike twelve,
I idly threw myself on my cozy bed.
Sniffing the pleasantly sweet smell,
From my window, all spread. 

Listening to my...

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Goodbye and good riddance 2023

Commencement writing this poem
began December 31st: 2:24 PM
ended December 31st: 03:53 PM.

The best geriatric effort I apply
twittering, ushering, and 
albeit wheezing...

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WTFWT
A CLATTER, A BANG
A SLAP-A-CLANGER
A BAM OR SLAM
A FIREWORK BANGER
A ZOOM, A BOOM
A CLAP OF THUNDER
A DROPPED CHAMBER POT
A GAZUNDER
A SCREECH OF FRIGHT
A SOUND OF...

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In the heart of Harlem's nocturnal embrace,
where the moon's silver threads interlace.
Streetlamps hum a jazz-filled tune,
underneath the city's ebony dune.

Brownstone whispers, history untold,
in the rhythm...

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