Seventy Eight Poems - Poems about Seventy Eight

...At twelve forty-five, the clock struck one, and when it had seen what it had done, after sixty more minutes flew, that timekeeper struck two. It never learned, next to the shelf: "Always ke......

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...I was a late arrival born in nineteen fifty-eight, during the folk revival. As a kid, music was survival. Records then sounded great on a platter or a plate, like Peter, Paul, and Mary, and Pu......

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...Blizzard of seventy-eight Paralyzed USA’s middle state of Indiana Not as awful as the great blizzard of 1888 Which dropped fifty inches of snow in three days Even blizzard alley Minnesota, Nor......

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...Birds of the same feather hailing from different places were summoned by a warlock. They speak different languages and were transformed into something else for their dishonesty. For them to understa......

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...I used to dance until I could dance no more, said Matt. a knee injury and arthritis in both ankles has stopped that I used to play racquetball, jumping all around for two hours. Now I can barely w......

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...a day inside my mind What to do? There is so much news Trump, my mate, didn't do so well. he thought he could wing it against a woman whose handlers had dissected Trump's tendency to brag, be......

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...Seventy-eight A number, a heartbeat, a nation's pulse Freedom's rhythm, syncopated with time Tricolour dreams billowing in the wind Saffron courage, white truth, green hope Ashoka's wheel-spin......

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...Upon fields of glory, And fields of blood, Stands a Soldier, His heart a steady drum. With dreams of protecting, And a struggle for freedom, He comes back home, Making his mother country pro......

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...It is one of those perfect Kansas days Seventy-eight degrees and breezy It feels like seventy I have propped the front door open Confident because I no longer have a cat The last time I did this......

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...In seventy-eight, my steel-stallion, KZ1000, pride, wind in my hair. Its Sissy Bar, firm tether, bag secured, my wanderlust's prayer. Where sun, snow, wind sculpt my journey's theme ......

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...Some grow big bellies in front of the tele idle and fuming small minds never see big pictures Now I do confess bombing women and children is not Biden's best moment, a failed test nor all de......

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...“turn the table” from sweet to sour is my listening taste broken bouzouki Greek wedding plates thirty-three to forty-five or hearing live when i’m sixty-four on seventy-eight......

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...She was wearing her pajamas, while standing at the checkout stand. There were pink curlers in her hair, a box of twinkies in here hand. A screaming child was on each arm, two more crying brats......

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...Darkness is all around me, where is the light? Have I been blinded, and lost my sight? Wherever I look, the truth I cannot see. This is not, where I am meant to be. How can good thoughts, just ......

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...In Beamish Street, collecting the rent, Was how my Tuesday mornings were spent. An arduous task at the best of times. Nell McFee, hubby in jail for various crimes. Sobbing to me as she ha......

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