Stopped Up Poems - Poems about Stopped Up

...Wake up and start it over again The scratching I can do with my pen. The task always seems to be undone. There remain so many miles to run. I have the stone to push up the hill I have lands......

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...Human sparkle spirit runs the shine chasing you We are poor yet we want penny for your thoughts You bring war I stand here with raised hands and an olive branch The clowns red nose strike......

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...Slowing Down Electricity runs through my veins. It courses in waves, from my head to my feet, and back. Why? Because I am ever, waiting for the other shoe to drop. I heard the first ......

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...Zombies dwell in the halls of justice of this country joining other dead brained imposters with their eye on the throne of Democracy the Holy Grail of money, money, money Darkness surrounded ......

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... Morning Weather By: Miracle Man 11-7-2019 I awoke this morning, To the sound of heavy rain. Leaves are now matted, And yards a stopped up drain. This morning the air is chilled......

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...Late at night i sit on the edge of my bed my ears stopped up with medical rubber pressing the diaphragm of the stethescope against my chest. Listening for a sign.......

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...stopped up knotted but not afraid look where I’ve landed in this short charade sidesteps widesteps and serenades I’ve been depending upon promises that were never made moving up sl......

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...Just Now, I Started To Feel... All Stopped Up With Writer's Block Thus lack any idea about what to type out until aye reach the end, and even then cannot make any promises (pro......

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...The vortex of my life spins my head around my mind can’t contain the inhumanity of politicians their self-serving illogic and excuses make me crazy The vortex is the GOD I have been trying ......

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... Put the pork-n-beans in a big garbage can Let the kiddies run wild til lunchtime, then try to reign ‘em in Make the little bed-wetting buggers play White castle in the sand Find ......

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...No youngster himself, Fred often repeats what his father used to say: "There are always preludes to hell." For Fred one of those preludes is waiting for service people, folks who fix the thin......

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...Stopped up I hit a wall I think I know you Your just another trap You make me mad Stop shutting me out I see you again Your so much friendlier than your flat friend Lean on me I will......

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...Whatever happens when days counted as weeks? And years counted as astrological countdowns What ever happened to disco rap battling drums? On streets filled graffiti and sand castles Whate......

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...T'were the night after Christmas, 'n' the house was all dark. Not much money for 'lectric in the ol' trailer park. Ma waitin' tables at the club on the base, jist me and my sisters alone in the pl......

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... How do I hate thee? Let me count the ways. I hate thee to the depth and breath and height my plunger can reach, when reaching out of sight. to the ends of a stopped-up toilet bowl. I hate t......

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