Rollers Poems - Poems about Rollers

The car's engine Fred often fires. He. simply, first checks the car's tires And off moves, tires spitting fires: Tubular rollers end up criers; Traffic wardens with their "Stop!" liars: Fred at what he loves never tires! The strength Free Fred uses he hires From booze and kola sold by Mires... After three months Fred's Benz for buyers! Often worse than cars long in...

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Edinburgh, Scotland is where the Union Jack is unfurled. This city gave a rock and roll gift to the world. Dressed in tartan kilts and scarves were five talented boys. During the seventies, they gave countless teens great joys. They recorded a hit song that to many sounded just right. This number one record was the memorable "Saturday Night". Some other...

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Death parodied Iron Maiden's band with satirical mimicry, a Twisted Sister bandstand complete with flames and gimmickry. As die-hard rock and rollers danced Death parodied Iron Maiden's band, the reaper keeping souls entranced while maintaining the upper hand. Beelzebub was Death's stagehand languishing in the flames of hell, Death parodied Iron Maiden's band until the fallen angels fell. His guitar screamed heavy metal the kind of tunes parents...

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boring earth dung buries feces so tens times heavier than itself per a night sounds few times a day rollers...

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Before they were called policemen, they were called rollers Paid slave catchers ... tin badge investment protectors Oh, how blue was the black soul when they heard the roller wagon coming The mean horses thundering at a fierce pace, ready to trample on their short-lived freedom Nowhere to run ... no escape Roll them up back in chains, return the caught soul to their cursed...

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Souped-up rolling solid shields for little tiny cars. Speeders breezing through the wind for living honored stars. Racers whizzing through the current tingling from their blood. Frightened feeling they can't stop accompanying them to fud....

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HOLY ROLLERS Like dead men silence As angels rolled away stone ~ Rising of the sun ~ Kim Rodrigues © 2017 Easter Haiku...

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I have a little birdie And we have a little nest She came up fast Now with wings so strong But a true nester She’ll be the strong I am the deep roller I fly higher than most all Way above the rain clouds Where lightning’s in a ball Soaring so graceful and plummeting I zoom to the tundra to be free Two deep rolling fliers Can’t make...

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Listen, what do you hear? the clank of coins dropping someone hit the jackpot The quiet murmur of voices sound of dice rolling a sense of tension in the air Flipping of cards by the dealers as they deal your fate The rumble of the ball as it runs round and round bouncing into a number The large restless crowd around the poker table someone is winning big Most...

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