Take Over Poems - Poems about Take Over

Honeysuckle trees have grown all over my yard What can I do with this? Being a bard…. I counted the ones that are the easiest to see They came into our house and commandeered our TV Now a gang, they have a mascot and are wearing colors We are just the start one told me. There are many others. They demanded...

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clocks decided to slow Friday down did it in every office all over town office workers stared at four-fifty for an hour the clocks felt respected, loved their power...

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I had the worst terrors last night My mind was in a gruesome sight The ‘ol apocryphal scene Insighted by the new regime Migration bill stirs fear among Farmworkers chant that It’s Wrong! Phone app saves Honduran journalist Can’t go back she’s on their death list Can’t walk ‘n get food without stress ICE is cold, enforcing arrests Or anywhere, nonetheless For...

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Greenland will be our posh winterland plaza Blueprints unfold for a Riviera Gaza Just hot air baloneyism Or old-fashioned colonialism? Panamanians shout leave! Viva la Raza!...

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corn got a look at the couple so young, square dancing in the field, oh what fun! He looks like a hick, but she is a lovely girl Her hair parading in purple, he gives her a whirl Corn said “they may take over this farm someday.” We watched them more eagerly, from the mow in the hay....

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Sunshine in rain, And midnights in vain. Eyes are wide open, But vision is already broken. I appeared to you as a whole, But you went slicing through my soul. Taking you to a point of no return, Witnessing the iced topping on every sinister burn. Sympathy is asked by the weak, Love and affection is all they seek. We've come too far from this...

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The interlopers surrounded the old folk’s farmstead before dawn. Farmer Jay wondered what planet they were now living on. Their gravely gobbles were incessantly loud, it was a take over. Farmer Jay’s hound dog was missing, his name was Leaf Clover. What do they want? The missus asked her sweet husband Jay. Not sure he said, but it does not...

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Blessed Good New Day Beloved TAKEOVER In the Blessedness of you. You're staying ever truth true. TAKEOVER God has chosen you a daughter who's standing Still awaiting His ever clearing emptying vessel filled TAKEOVER. Dear one we believe in you. God's daughter As our Father softly speaks sweet, sweet release. GOD WILL TAKEOVER those burdens your cares. Daddy's saying He's...

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ETHREE-NONET POETRY OUR BRAINS Man's Faulty Brain power Is limited In this place of sin Even the genius Uses maybe ten percent God plans much more for His children What a blessing our life will soon be If we will let Him take over our...

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When Santa said, "I'm DONE, my Dear, replace me and bring me great cheer,” he showed he’s unfair. No woman would wear the same outfit year after year! howmanysyllables.com 8 8 5 5 8 December 15, 2022 Contest Title: A Funny Santa Limerick Placed 2nd Sponsor: Tania Kitchin...

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How to criminalized the human race, so that the corporate takeover can take place. First report that the economies of the world are going broke. dramatize it, and say it's definitely not a joke. Make economics starts to crash. Let unemployment start to go fast. Now the process starts as people start losing their jobs. In mass numbers something like...

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A-fter Wednesday night is gone, I-t's Thursday that shines so bright; C-old chill and rain disappear, Y-our eyes see the early L-ight. L-et twenty ninth December break, A-s you wake up from slumber; B-eautiful beacon rises T-o let the dawn take O-ver....

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M-ist, haze, and smoke A-re beginning to leave the view; R-ain in torrents has turned I-nto a pleasant morning dew. E-vening shadows disappear, right before your eyes; L-ong and lonely night has turned into a sunrise. C-rimson sky shows up, A-s the cold chill is warming; B-eneath the high heavens, A-nother dawn is breaking. T-wenty-sixth early Friday, I-n fresh February morn;...

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put your laugh in check because everything today has to be politically correct nothing is ever done face to face human socializing is becoming a dying art except in cyber space everything is so matter of fact as we mimic the images on our screens and welcome the lack of human contact the horizon seems to offer hope but...

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Painting #10 Thistle in a Field, by Fidelia Bridges 1875 Wild and free, the thistle in a field sharpens its spine, stretches its long neck to kiss the sun. He is a runaway this out of control prodigal son absorbing the heat on a hot summer’s day racing to see who has out grown him in the...

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