Specs Poems - Poems about Specs

Of books about Home Run King, Henry Aaron Duval, Florida school shelves are now barren What kind of specs are those folks wearin' ~ Methinks they're definitely errin'...

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The sprout of momentary illusion, the voyage of a derelict dream in place of a lie, the lure of April, the deceit of May concertized in December, in wintry snow, mocked, miscarriages of a well worn organ, the grin of February, suspended in September, the burden of unconquered Lust, the armies of censorial secret "bedders", begging for...

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The distance spec Falls onto the crevice Fills the planes and lands clear Translucent and frozen white accumulates Bizarre surroundings frozen dew Unstoppable constant accumulation turns into blizzard 10/18/20 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020...

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I want you, To be a drop of water, From those dreamy clouds Falling apart, Through this cold cold air, Fastening on its path, Dropping on my expensive specs, Making it's way down to the frame, Almost a minute it must take, Before it slides on my cheeks, It's size almost halved, And when it ends itself evaporating, I want you!...

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Gender is a line that is not level A plumb line swinging bearing fruit 2/7/2020...

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Bro, you ate my candy, serious business. Chocolate will give you zits, may they never heal; May your teeth all rot out; may you gain fifteen pounds; May you lose your hair and have mental breakdowns. May the good Lord punish all those who steal. But, I want you to know, you have my forgiveness. Now, let’s get down to...

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Dull tones smear and coddle in a gray muddle. Cow brains munch cloud fields. A reality steeped in foggy conjecture until I find my spectacles. I enter far horizons like Columbus arriving in America; not on the continent, but on some island and outcrop just short of finding pay dirt. Gradually, through the resurrection of rods and cones, a far-seeing reality sucks clearer vision...

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Yonder grow the Chicory Specs, that glow between the eyes and flower. Greater is their glow admired, that faces show their pride and power. Scattered on their stems like ladders pulling them apart. Relaxed to see your eyes appending. No better face of art. While breathing cool to vent them in. Their hearts too cool to touch. Lo Chicory specs to feed your soul. No hunger...

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As I remember Grandpa's face the thing that comes first to my mind his rimless specs with thick lenses it was a unique thing of its kind. The thing that comes first to my mind his hanging specs at tip of his nose it was a unique thing of its kind at its place even with eyes closed. His hanging specs at tip...

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The moment I brush off tiny blue specs from the pink part of my nails!...

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