Roustabout Poems - Poems about Roustabout

...Like the early morning mists That rise from the waters’ depths Memories emerge in swirls and twists Foggy shadows of lives past Of them all, childhood scenes outlast ‘Membrances of dear, famil......

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...Back then we could eat clouds - we were that tall, even baggy Ben (who was small for a lumpy kid), could leap over a pub door without leaving the floor. Then behind our backs a Lilliputian wo......

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...Stark realization, I harbor sacrilegious objection... Against merry christmas premature blowout, (or otherwise) ejaculation galore burnout, hence I feel like the odd man out neither yours truly......

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...The new 'Betagrain' produce store, advertised for a manager. The directors were more than pleased, with the regime of Teddy Tiesler. Ted’s to have two understudies; Robby James and old Billy Sym......

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...All stones are arms in war. A day in my tutelage, In my father's corn-field, I stood as Oranyan's plinth; I heard the lion roar: Why are you a statue son? “My sickle Sir, I stuttered”. ......

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... Retail reality is: Rite-aid roustabout ripping into a rack of ranchy Ruffles......

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... a day we went round in cycles until our senses cracked open our eyes into the vangogh greens birched our ears smacked by seabirds gulls gobbing off perchpolluted in our nostrils the toxi......

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...When We Were Young He left for work each morning, Wearing steel-toed boots and a tin hat. He took long strides that were three times The length of mine. In one hand he carried a lunch pail......

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...i want to sing you a lovely song, some-thing for you to remember when i am gone, come on baby now swing those hips, but dont them them feet lose their grip, i want to rock you all night long, i ......

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...Moved beyond the glow, volcanic fires Gigantic flares exude to this domain, Sharing what is essentially our desires Acceptance is white hot, we come again. For every ounce of force there is rec......

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...The maddest man I ever met was ranting at the parapet, with blood and tears, rage and sweat, missives fired like exocet. He screamed into the weeping skies of stalkers, spooks and foreign spie......

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...He was a roustabout ranahan always movin’ on, Ridin’ over that next hill for dreams to rely upon. No one tried to stop him – didn’t know the meaning of can’t, The boys knew he was restless – searc......

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...BORN IN THE SMALL TOWN DEEP IN THE HEART OF, MISSISSIPPI WAS A YOUNG COUNTRY SINGER NAMED ELVIS PRESLEY YOU WERE A MAN WITH SOUL YOUR SONGS FILLED WITH EMOTION YOUR LOVE FOR YOUR WORK B......

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