Soft Drink Poems - Poems about Soft Drink

...Through the Madness and Mayhem “Alice, Alice,” the Mad Hatter said, “come to the table where jesters dance A tale I'll weave, of merry delight so that you can enjoy, laugh and prance Alice was awe......

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... It was a late Saturday morning, and I was getting my 12-year-old self ready for our weekly summer sand-lot baseball game. I had my ball glove hanging on my bicycle handlebars, two baseballs, and my......

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... Bushel Or Peck? Miracle Man 11/23/2024 Life can be either a bushel or a peck, too many days we're facing some bottleneck. Because age is a soft drink that's lost its fizz, our choi......

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...Imagine A world not like ours where fathers accepted sons a village welcomed the next village instead of gods, we worshiped goodness as kindness, empathy, compassion, understanding and givin......

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...If you pop off like so Duh you’ll get carbonated by the greater leader/ Who’s lewd and balks will infuse and let loose the Dr. pepper/ True shrewd walks through new hues shake up and fizz out/ Who......

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...Epiphany It was an incredible summer in 1950 the war was over things were getting back to normal, mother's new boyfriend who worked at a factory had a rowboat and paid holiday leave. A Sunday......

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...I love a sunburnt Aussie bloke, with great big, muscled arms, His rugged well-built shoulders, and face with all its charms. I love his thongs and singlet too, and stubby shorts you see, His beer ......

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...spreading full feathers like the resurrected sunshine ~ shroud around singing pots full of water search soft drink bottles around ~ create new stories the sun goes to rest moon enters ga......

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...Autumn recites poetry to the manless meadow. Switch off the light for the morning sun to bestow. Nevermore will I impanel to greet this location. Of greed-stricken brains and utter ......

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...Epiphany 1950, there had been a war, but things were going back to normal. My mother had a new boyfriend who also had a small cabin on an island and a rowing boat. On a nice Sunday, we rowed o......

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...For miles, nothing came remotely close that rivaled her attraction. No one ever told us, but she looked like some kind of smoke stack, utilized for burning debris or unwanted materials from......

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...Around the corner of lolly purple pink Mountains rise suspended in the air Immortality circles by the sea Soft and pleasant is the weather Treacle company in bunny love set sail Cling to one an......

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...Epiphany It was an incredible summer in 1950 the war was over things were getting back to normal, mother`s new boyfriend who worked at a factory had a rowboat and paid holiday leave. A Sunday......

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...It had no name of which I am aware, and it certainly was not of an orange color; but a huge painting across its structure read, “The Orange Crust”. I do not know if it ever had a color other than it......

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...She had many good days and bad ones. There were sad moments and happy ones. There was a period in which she was a daily soft drink consumer. But I must say that there was nothing soft about the dri......

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