Slim Poems - Poems about Slim

He was a born teacher From birth destined to be You'd know by his phene. In capitalist-run schools He's taught for many years Earning pennies for labour. Three years a beneficiary On stipend of N-power teach The Program axed by corruption. Then long a community teacher He's rendering public service For little pay out of community levy. He's adept; he got more papers Hoping for full...

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Backbone Slim’s Blues/Tony Adamo 12/10/2024 In the deep south, where rivers wind, A tale unfolds, of a soul inter-twined/ Backbone Slim, born where the cotton sways, In fields of labor, he spent his days/ Weary hands, skin kissed by the sun/ Back-breaking work, but he never would run/ Close to the soil, where his roots dig deep, A rhythm of...

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I love you he said I love you so much I'm never letting go You can't share a love you haven't given to yourself yet So, I dug up the dead pieces of my heart and replanted them Love is the only true form of justice, everything else is just a paper copy And within these printer mouths...

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Slim was an old Texas cowboy had traveled cross this country some Said he roamed the range all his life and to 'Montana he had come Cause down south it's hard to figure what caused so much stink and shoutin’ Wanted to see for he got old this big sky, prairies and mountains He'd heard about Little Bighorn where Custer fought them Indians The...

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You never know how slim you were til how slim you used to be, You see the pics of then and now, of the slim you didn’t see. We then wish, to go back in time, and be that slim once more, But then, was when you wished you were, as slim as you were before. So I...

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gorillas' power long past noon makes sun smile in the afternoon I am swinging from limb to limb creatures running nickname me Slim I am the best that I have ever been The gorilla gives me a thumbs up win My short arms reach up for another limb Oh no! One yells. There goes old Slim. I fall toward my death, breaking at...

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gorillas' power long past noon makes sun smile in the afternoon I am swinging from limb to limb creatures running nickname me Slim I am the best that I have ever been The gorilla gives me a thumbs up win My short arms reach up for another limb Oh no! One yells. There goes old Slim. I fall toward my death, breaking at...

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As in the days Took of the richter scale As it measured the quake of waves Through the conundrum That I never swear, In the light of optimism Forgot not to mention, The love you see I break the take of ocean To rip into the pieces of Joys and sorrows To reunite into the fabric of The game that we gonna enter Swear...

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You can’t kill nor hurt Jim For Angels are singing his hymn Only risking a filling to the brim The Fatal Cup that would your own life trim. You can neither silence him; I have this discussed with Athletic Kim, Who the same thing said like Tim And cherishes him more than a gym. Of course, you can’t intimidate him: Luckily, he is not...

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The devil wears slim fit suits Parading his perilous muscular body whose shape leads to a man's daughter's demise. The devil wears pointy & shiny Raniera shoes, walking around posing a floppy step like a model, drawing attention from the female gaze in the neighbourhood ! The devil rocks permed hair, whose fancy waves present a false sophistication...

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There once a guy whose name was slim Jim He had a best friend called little Tim Two peas in a pod Slim owned a...

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RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW Take your WEAPON OF CHOICE SHO NUFF GANGSTER your TRIPPING Your PRETTY FACE IT JUST WON'T DO CAN YOU FEEL IT THIS IS SICK DON'T FORGET YOUR TEETH DARE you DROP THE HATE DON'T YOU AGREE ? BLOOD SPLASHING NEVER SO BIG LIGHTS OUT PUSH AND SHOVE this PSYCHOPATH No more CONVERSATIONS No more CRAZY TALK YOU'LL BE TAKEN CARE OF LIGHTS OUT a LONG TIME You are just THE JOKER While i...

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There wuz once an ol' cowpuncher named Slim Who attempted bull-ridin' on a whim Throwed in a heap of manure 'Twuz more'n he could endure ...

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This is the story of Slim & Chance, Always peacock-ing and runnin’ game Dubbed the neighborhood know-it-alls No two stories were ever the same. Flashing names like badges Like detectives on a case. Til the tangled web of lies They wove gave chase. Tryna get by on the get by Mouths runnin’ like Niagara Falls Even once made front page Of The Grapevine Times and...

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A lady who longed to be slim Spent all her spare time at the gym. But hard as she tried Her girth remained wide So now she just eats to the brim. Your Best New Limerick Poetry Contest - sponsor - Tania Kitchin...

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