Throttles Poems - Poems about Throttles

...Set sail in feathered ships mis guided by shattered stars and bent leaden sextants. A little white rippled tempest becomes a blackened water witch hatched from a devil's chrysalis sails are whi......

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...Angry eyes lurk in the forest Deep within the Deathly Hollows With unsuspected fervency And malevolence it closely follows An apparition from the grave A vision from nightmarish drea......

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... Every thought, came back, to you, pitiful indeed. Camping in my, thoughts, an unpleasant, nights unrest. Morning was, no better, the smell, of hot coffee. The wood fire, burnin......

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...Looking into the yawning chasm trying to find the gem long lost The shattered shambles of the sky in the backscatters of the running river The surreal sight: throttles the medieval poet; brin......

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...Starting a new plan a project or a new business is very similar to taking a flight. Once your plane gets off the ground, its smooth sailing through boundless skies graceful as a kite. When prep......

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...“Time waiting to be inspired is time wasted. When inspiration throttles your neck, go to your desk”- By Poet With no cover ups, let me be frank At times my mind goes utterly blank ......

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...Lawn Mowers Grandpa bought old junk, and then he made it better. He worked all day, every day... in the hot sun. The man never complained. I spent every summer, just this side of......

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...All that we accomplish for ourselves perish with us; all that we do for others and the realm endures. Fear of the path leads to fear of death. A person who is truly alive is prepared f......

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...The dark lake only buoys its own natatory denizens, it allows some to swim, some to glide, dip or delve, but those sombre waters pull down children seeing them only as the cloud spawn of alien sho......

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...The calamity on the leaders of the dynasty was very heavy. Drona, Bhishma, Arjuna, all faded, all getting sad, A Suyodhana rose, speaking, 'Veer! Well done!' He again challenged Parth (Arjun......

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...My body tenses. The soft padding of footy pajamas approach tiny fingers grip my eyelid lift it.... Bright eyes gaze into the freshly opened eye. A voice shouts....DA!!! The other eye opens. ......

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...I am twenty-one. It’s a hot, summer day in 1963. I’m in Lubbock, Texas, at Reese Air Force Base And I’m climbing the ladder into a supersonic T-38 jet. The parachute strapped to my back is cumber......

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...AntiPoem 4 “Santo and Johnny” (Poet’s instruction- Play “Sleepwalk” twice by Santo and Johnny while reading) Santo and Johnny play Sleepwalk on Fender steel and bass Just oozing out their mel......

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...I listen to whimpers as duskfall nears Finding a gangly waif rile from burnt skin; My feet throttles along…his grin appears With palm half-filled with dimes circling therein. We t......

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...I Almost drowned, which is to say, I fell upwards into a darkness that contained no earth or sky. Ten years old and a strong swimmer, but that lake only buoyed up its own natatory denizens, ......

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