Stationary Poems - Poems about Stationary

26. A stationary bicycle Never travels very far. Nor sniffs the meadow flowers Or sets the evening star. It is far from me to criticize The direction that you ought... But it seems a hellenic tragedy... Being tied to just one spot. The End ...

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Stuck It’s a mistake to belly-ache To rue wrongs done To linger and shake To blame someone You didn’t use the power That we all own That strength of tower Move on don’t moan Easier to sit on the nail Wriggle and squirm Accuse when we fail While failing to learn Knowing there’s no change While standing still Not expanding our range Climbing that hill Take a walk and look back Your freedom...

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Riding a stationary bike gets you nowhere You wind up exactly where you started, mon frere One advantage though You get muscles on your toes As well as that, your gluteus maximus shares...

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Down beat Delete Mistrust All bust Mesquite Mincemeat Charge sheet Complete Red heat Concrete Timesheet to-beat Upbeat Un sweet puffed wheat dutch treat off beat spreadsheet ? 8/13/18 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018...

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Petrified pottery ponders plots. Ploys play putting purring. And a frantically fraternising pickle arch can glow on many a skyline at dusk. In many hues. Many dusks many arches many hues and many hues mean many hundreds and many hundreds mean invite to investment of innermost inherited insectivorous institutionalised ignorant ignoramus's ingots'. But glowing of...

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In her eyes no time, Stationary travelers Are waiting in line....

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bidding her farewell, mist of unsaid confessions rail track forever in legs turned heavy anklets --stationary prisoner--...

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A stationary front has no movement, slothed humans has no inspired movement. Middle age humans ignore the duty, everyday has a newlywed duty. - Loverboi...

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It's possible. You can be moving So fast and Standing so still Or completely still And not moving at all. When the world Frantically revolves Hurrying to I-don't-know-where And leaves me behind Suspended in the air I grab onto its axis And reluctantly Spin along with it At its frightening pace Frantically. And all of me is moving Except nothing of me is changing Anything but position So I'm not...

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