Streaking Poems - Poems about Streaking

streaking lights, rain, wind, fly by the window, blinding, freeing, night driving 7/15/2022 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 8 Poetry Contest Sponsored by Mark Toney...

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Some girls said they saw me on the eleven o'clock news as I ran down a street wearing only socks and tennis shoes. It was back in 1974 in the early spring. So many of my friends were doing the same thing. People must have been thinking I was a naked clown when I swiftly scurried through the better side...

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Russet sunset overpowering coolness of the day Showing herself in reds and yellows, Streaking through October’s pumpkin patches Straw scarecrows decorating autumn porches With their stationary smiles and their googly eyes Staring from fall displays of gourds and Indian corn Banana bread and pumpkin bread smells Wafting from the kitchen of the ones who care About russet sunsets, the ones who decorate...

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There once was a fad we called streaking For those with attention-type seeking But not for a prude ‘Cause you ran in the nude Very fast, to prevent people peeking. The witnesses often were shrieking Though gazes, of course, they were sneaking. The streaker was thrilled For his dash had fulfilled Being cheeky enough to cause freaking....

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I'm thinking of the 70's And how it'd really be a hoot To bring that one thing back That we all secretly would love to do No I'm not talking discotheques Or the donning of leisure suits I'm talking about stripping down To nothing but our tennis shoes We could start out in the mall Since that's were most of us hang out Amid...

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Like sly coyotes you move around the fireballs. You switch off the earthly lights. They are now oranges. Presently a broker will sell the wounds of the moon. Why did you feel sad of something which was unsaid ? A thousand and one words will speak when the poem would be brought dead. You are not...

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Eddie went to the mall full of ***** He was always real proud of his junk While taking a leak Decided to streak Suzie yelled, “Mommy, he has a trunk”...

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Follow the pathways of the winds displayed alongside the sunset driving decipher the words that read on the palettes of streaking greens follow to the route of originality putting the pieces of puzzles together gradually linking, forming taking us all on a journey with inscriptions yearning and overwhelming the reason why we are gathering until we arrive at the meaning of...

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