Speakers Poems - Poems about Speakers

Join eloquent words is tempting task invite them to your show is pure pride demonstrate of wisdom is not talent is total arrogance and contempt for others is preaching without being blessed is wanting to be greater than humanity. and does not elevate anyone to holiness even not allow anyone with God be right still allows digging breaches of hell's path...

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Stereo Typical G.I. David J Walker Admittedly I was way to easy The stereo typical G.I. The guy Willing to buy The cool green Lights in a Teakwood box connecting Overpriced Hi-Fi Speakers to a Belt drive Turntable connecting to an Open reel really cool tape deck But what the heck It’s only one paycheck Every month to month for six...

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breaking through his defenses parents argue outside words bleached that wash to squalor his...

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The Tie Dye Grave David J Walker A gray ponytail from A balding head Vintage love beads and A waterbed A Garrard turntable and a Marantz Amp Pioneer speakers and a Roach clip clamp Some far-out sneakers And a Lava lamp Jimi Hendrix in a purple haze Moody Blues from Future past days McCartney & Lennon in the Beatles craze The old grey hippie will his Souvenirs...

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Sneakers that move on a hard bounce, talking trash a lot ... you don’t wanna put those feet in your mouth Irreverent voices of frivolity, issuing utterances of demeaning words Squashing low-esteem bugs is guaranteed ... sneaker speakers love to be heard But I ain’t really listening to a word they say, simple-minded speech don’t swish my sway And the trash just keeps...

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Nonsense, nonsense, spews from my mouth, These random letters that flow away. Unable to put them together, I walk away, And leave my wasted words on the ground. Nonsense, nonsense, that's all you speak, Throwing insults is all that you can do. Such a shame that a person is wasted, And stealing tears from others. Nonsense, nonsense, is all...

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The clear sounds seep out of my viola The orchestra croons, as if notes could speak Of love found through rides in a gondola Of love broken in a rash fit of pique Many parts breathe as one, led by one thought And all who can hear are in our sounds caught The dead say what we know, and though they...

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