Turned On Poems - Poems about Turned On

...On Friday, 2024.06.28, at 11:13:07 I first played piano at the M Central. It was BB who introduced me to a world of music, The 1st song played was his favourite. It has been exactly one year. Ma......

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...There once lived a one eyed girl who had twenty twenty vision she used her imagination each time she turned on the television One peeper would sleep while the other one looked and looked ......

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... It is the desire of the moth for the star….. - Edgar Allan Poe I awoke this morning to find the powdery imprint of wings on a window that must have been left by a mot......

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...Recently, there was a subtled battle, Between the sound from a shop and the piano. At first, it was just a small issue, Eventually it grew bigger and uglier. For exactly eleven months, I have ......

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...A pair of pretty hands with precision shoot daft sunshine-filled sparks. Her heated strut creates a collision between what’s frozen and a wildfire. Lightning rod with the sound turned on an......

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... she had attempted to colour in outside of the box now the silver lining dangled from a broken necklace suffocated her aspirations oozed discontent and sorrow the shine had come off and no amo......

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...So, you turned on the news, and it gave you the blues, and you almost hurled, at who's leading the free world, and your teeth are grit tight, on explosi......

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...When you think of three days. You might think of that long, long weekend. Where you danced in a dream. Or went to space, again and again. I had three days to think. I didn’t though. The......

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...True generosity isn’t measured by what we give with ease, but by what we sacrifice in silence, unseen, when the help we offer strips something from us. It’s easy to be generous when nothing is los......

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...No matter I got prescribed Glycopyrrolate 2 mg tablets taken four times a day..., not one drop of sweat (especially on hot humid and hazy days) less than a gallon exudes forth from my pores ......

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...The Easter eggs turned on the baskets in Easter Town. Refusing to get inside, they began to throw themselves down. What is happening? Asked a chick, a rooster, and an ugly clown. They are going cr......

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...GRAVEYARD NIGHTMARE YOLANDA NICHOLSEN TOOK HER OWN LIFE TODAY AFTER DECADES OF ASSASSINATION ATTEMPTS EXTORTION OF HER AMERICAN POETRY EMBEZZLEMENT OF HER TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY CLAIM SHE HAS ENDURED......

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...Yo. From a whisper, barely a breath, to a front-page roar/ EAST COAST JAZZ in the fifties, sixties/ Not just blowing trumpets, but blowing up the jazz scene jazz/ LPs stacked high vinyl spinnin......

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...MY PRAYERS ARE WITH ALL DOMESTIC VIOLENCE VICTIMS AND SURVIVORS MY DOMESTIC VIOLENCE SITUATION STEMMED FROM MY WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FROM JUNK SICK COPS BECAUSE ......

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...Walking down York Avenue, A very urban block, An odor had my senses piqued And then I saw, in shock, In front of a local restaurant A pig turned on a spit. With juices dripping down, it someh......

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