Shaky Poems - Poems about Shaky

A driver named Stan, quite uncouth, Said, "My cab's a mechanical youth! Though the brakes are quite weak, And the steering's a freak, We'll arrive...if we're lucky, forsooth!" ©bfa032025 ...

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i’m a poet not a prophet ~ to believe otherwise would be odd i blur visions of rhyme with latent reason ~ exactly like a god so many times I’ve felt abandoned ~ desperate for a tiny nod to see it in my rearview mirror ~ mr bobble...

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Cold fish of a handshake ~ Wedding bells prove heartaches...

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How did Shakespeare acquire that name, Many years ago Were his forbears cowards And is this why it's so Shakespeare is not a common name I don't think so anyway I am curious from whence it came I would like to know Spears are weapons Seldom used today In the time of Shakespeare They were, I'm sad to say Men had to fight, Be strong and brave Kill or...

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We used to have the sturdiest of houses, standing alone atop the tallest mountain. There were always earthquakes, But they did not affect us so high up. But slowly, the earthquakes started to shrink the mountain, growing lower and lower to the earth. The mountain once so tall was no more, And our house now sat on shaky ground. Without the mountain...

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Students Shaky Sing-A-Long ***A bolted school bus amidst bobbing heads rolls downhill...   Fictitious dank bathroom basin bailing; a mother's kiss and general list spelled. That rickety school bus horn toots, trailing; wide-eyed, groomed hair, texts deftly being held.   Screeched wheels, a slid-back hatch exposed wider; scrambled soles win middle-bus-seating. Too raw being back-of-the-bus rider; skilled to be by kids up front eating....

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On Shaky Ground All Around Seem to be on shaky ground, As we go in circles all around, Total chaos; Complete loss, Until God finally have found. Jim Horn...

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It was but a crack To grow up through me My knees, hands, chest, and height I crack and groan through the winters night Like grated sand these cracks, they pile Firm, unlike before Though it feels more solid Its a sand soaked in tears Still, I slide and stumble Even in pieces, I amount to more...

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he said: i'm a woman of steel... he doesn't know this a fraud seal... my heart and soul on a "hill".. wishing nothing but complete heal... i have long live to love.. knowing, these all wants to have.. i have taken so many risks.. fallen unwavering to various tricks.. i am not a materialistic.. nor am i a someone plAtonic.. i got heart small not...

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A foreman for the city does reap Lots of overtime and a city heap The streets covered with snow My heap’s heater says “no” I just long for that thing they call sleep Randy Steele Horrible Boss (and more) contest...

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