Tubing Poems - Poems about Tubing

...The sledding hill was crowded And I thought, as I walked by, How expressions can mean different things, Which age can magnify. For when someone says of sledders, “They are going downhill fast,......

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... As a child I was warned that if I looked at the light for too long it would send me blind and yet the stuttering flash and eerie blue light from an arc welder that crackled deep inside the......

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...I love summer time, But I hate being drenched in sweat. I love being tan, But I hate laying out. I love not having school, But I hate being bored. I love swimming, But I hate getting chlorine ......

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...Echoed giggles remain hysterical in Spring Abundant greenery grows tall along the river Both sides of the banks merge their foliage Connecting branches together overhead Trees become an arch......

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...She has gleaned the bare root of her captive. Soggy dressings fall away, dissolve on calloused feet. No point in changing these regretful bindings now. He tells her he understands, that he o......

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...They called themselves the "Moody Glues" like jets in flight higher than kites huffing to no note deadbeat drummers forever marching covertly across handless fields of teenage want. Tubing--a ......

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...It’s a robot dog with wheels some weirdo said loudly next door. I am the Mars 2020 Perseverance Rover, space explorer. I collect rocks and soil, and monitor weather, dust, and the air. But not on ......

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...The invention of the Trunk-tree came from his roots. He wanted to help people to discover new ways of Water harvesting. He used plastics to create A hollow truck. which would be the storage ......

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...In the antique store an old physician’s desk, walnut and marble-topped, holding the remnants of a life of service; stories etched in wood, metal and stone. Next to part of an ol......

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...Rewind By Julia Shaw At seventy-two my life has been so very fine, That I'd like to push a button and just rewind. I'd go back to my wedding day so exciting And marry again the man I found so ......

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...1 A plume of dirt and grime envelops sky; The hellish slug of gas does creep along. It casts an orb three hundred stories high Over the Sun and ends his morning song. The birds and trees ......

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...Put the headset on adjust the boom mic launch the software in the manuscript write outside of my room lit with artificial lights cold black night sky over empty city now seeking words......

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...An old man and an old woman down an old river decided to float. They opted to glide on inner tubes instead of in a boat. In an inner tube, they heard…stress and troubles will decrease… So in the......

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...If you’ve been to north New York, or the western side of Vermont, you might’ve head of a sea monster, the vast Lake Champlain is his haunt. The locals all call him ‘Champy,’ not to dissimilar ......

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...Catching snowflakes on the tip of my tongue. Fleeting memories of when I was young Tubing down rivers, fishing for bass Going to drive-ins with some lovely lass. They all swirl about me, some mor......

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