Stalls Poems - Poems about Stalls

... Each month a craft fair, is held at Pyree Fields in the open air. All the local crafters are there, proudly showing off their homemade fare. Behind each stall, a pair of eyes stares, hoping......

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...Beneath a drop cloth in the back of the mind hums a machine— gears oiled with old lullabies and levers etched in looping script you almost remember learning. Turn the crank and out drifts a sme......

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..."Return to Bourbon" (The Gritty Underbelly of New Orleans) I left my soul in a crawfish boil And my transgressions in a taxicab, Where the driver was blind in one eye And the meter was stab......

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...Darn dogs bark, disturbing my thought Two canucks in a truck never give up, With a wide turning radius they hobble the curb, Parking in stalls, for small cars, One stops next to you, to block the......

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...In the end we die alone In the end no blade to hone In the end do Angel’s call In the end when rhythm stalls In the end which deck unstacks In the end our health attacked In t......

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...Manila the Imperial City of the Philippines It is like a mirror reflecting itself What you see in Manila is you see the Philippines There you see high rise glass building The modern mask of moder......

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... In hallways hushed with painted lies, They glide like ghosts in silken skin— Their secrets shimmer in their eyes, Too delicate to hold within. Barby Doll smiles with perfect grace, Behind it......

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... In the ebb and flow of feelings that is the cycle of my life I seem to be caught in the spring of my emotions while winter stalls refusing to take its leave. Like a bad virus insisting to over......

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... Concrete river, a churning flow of steel and glass, a vein of the city, pumping life and noise and dust. Not just a road, but a story etched in asphalt, of dreams pursued, of deadlines c......

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...His hands are trembling, his gait a shuffle, sometimes his voice is no more than a muffle. His balance is off, he’s had many falls, sometimes to begin walking, there’s several stalls. Some days are......

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...In most of my verse, my simple aim is just sorta to enter tame. Then, once inside ~ go completely hog wild ~ showing no reserve, showing absolutely no shame. "What do you think of m......

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...The list of memories cast to recall, drifts and stalls in a frozen mist. The head lists as ears strain to hear any faint icy echoes lost in the glary glitter of ice crystals blocking their path, ......

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... {“The day I loved you was my homicide. The day I loved you I was petrified, the day I loved you I was humiliated of myself that I was indeed capable of it, the day I loved you the satellites in m......

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...A mothers love is like no other Through thick and thin They’ll be no other. Bites to the nipple Shat on the walls Puke in the stalls A mothers love is like no other Through thick and thin ......

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...My reflection, fragile and desperate face that gazes at me from the silence of the mirror, I despise you for the dark shadows you’ve planted in my soul without consent, You’ve brought a desperate v......

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