Soliciting Poems - Poems about Soliciting

...YOU MEAN LIKE PETERS BOSS OF BOSSES DETROIT HITMAN OBSESSED WITH BEING BIG PAULIE THE MAKING OF JOHN GOTTI BOSS OF ALL BOSSES INCLUDING BIG DON OF CLASSIC SCUM PAYOFFS BRIBES BULLYING CAR BOMBS IGNIT......

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...Why Poetry? she muses, sat in front of paper, staring blankly, lifelessly at her image.— and really…, who is she to ask the page—in a manner so blunt— to shoulder her excesses? such a stunt s......

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...Under the canopy of the silver crescent light, right before the ripe of night, basking in the mushroom embrace of twinkling stars, listening to crickets’ melancholic lullabies, before temporary death......

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...whirling aerials - swift melodious birdness - soliciting grace -......

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...Donald impersonating a nice guy publisher right after my accident traumatic brain injury car bomb attack he followed me to book stores ice cream shops art museum obsessed with my poetry my......

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...Oh dusty feet that walks on the midnight track Lead me to the place where I can get my life back Hoist me upon the five pillars of faith And give me the courage to complete the race I have borne ......

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... Slight may outdo the sizeable Nature is fascinatingly unique Its sways and swings are astounding ......

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...I REMEMBER A TIME WHEN A MAN WOULDNT CONSIDER LISTNING TO THE TYPE OF THINGS THAT MODERN POLITICIANS SUGGESTING AND THOSE MEN KNEW MEN BEFORE THEM THAT WOULD LISTEN TO EVEN LESS TODAYS WORDS WOULDN......

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..." (Two roads) diverged in a yellow wood and I choose the the one less traveled by and that has made all the difference. " ......

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... "Oak" The guardians stood around and shook their heads great thoughts quivering from the ground, roots up, as if to walk confidently with great armies y......

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...Please do not laugh; yes, I am “woke,” Volumes I’ve cried because ignorance is bliss, That our social studies are demonstrably broke When realities of our past we coldly dismiss. Ch......

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...My Uncle Joe loved to engage in tickling Especially young boys, it was sickening, We wondered about him, Hanging out at the gym 'Till he started openly soliciting!......

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...We pass their vagrant shrouds each day then watch as silhouettes excrete from hovel crates amidst the street. In fear, we hurry on our way and if by chance our paths traverse,......

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...Just sitting, sipping tea with the Moon; Across she glows in her party dress, I send my dreams up on a balloon; With each soft gaze ideas are strewn; Under this sky it’s easy to decompress, ......

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...Once, when I was barely three I climbed up the tallest tree. My Gramma was scolding me, and yet, I didn't care. A crude diaper parachute left me in my birthday suit. And I must've loo......

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