Turnstiles Poems - Poems about Turnstiles

...It started out with one good boy, A prehistoric, funny, little plushie toy, His name was Gary, quite refined, A murder floof with teeth aligned (yikes)! They dressed him up in bowtie class, He p......

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...I clock in my own breath, Minutes stack like folding chairs. My limbs queue for permission, Time herds me through its turnstiles. We all wear the same silence— Pressed suits, creased with wantin......

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... (A lone voice speaks to a crowd of poets) You do know everyone has their own magical style A style filled with such wild illustrious promises and kaleidoscope's of such deep vivid depths ......

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... "Artificial Iris" Orwell was lurking in the background, somewhere; the dream was eerily familiar, the words and their meanings, read in Syntax, once read between pa......

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... “Upon Waking” Slumber has its upsides while the outside runs around like a split fowlyard, cacophonous pecking at each other and at the ground… Elsewhere, like d......

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...Tollgates on redemption road calling out my name Turnstiles of a fated past ... exiting the blame Looking back all fares are paid new pathways to begin Eyes now closing, heart at rest — ......

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...Its the sight waft of rotting flesh That first hits you While the smartly dressed Smiling warden ushers you in, Through narrow turnstiles There are rows of enclosures A maze of them, a maze o......

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...It already seems so long ago transactions went 'clink, clink, clink' Now that we all buy online our 'turnstiles' go 'click, click, click' The first way requires ......

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...I wake up, to celebrate the morning It's gonna be, a beautiful day Birds are singing, without warning I'll take my pills, last night or yesterday You know I've got, no patience for ......

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... High-ho! High-ho! High-ho! it’s off to the pub and gig we go Willy Wonka ticket stubs in our hand on our way to see the band Climb the fence, jump the turnstiles into the crowd do......

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...Night light star spirals Galaxy streetlight full moons Dark matter fuse box Planetary plentitudes local groups enter turnstiles......

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...Juvenilia: Early Poems IV I wrote this around age 17. Bible Libel by Michael R. Burch If God is good half the Bible is libel. I read the Bible from cover to cover at age eleven, ten......

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...Rejection Slips 3 Rejection Slip by Michael R. Burch Whenever my writing gets rejected, I always wonder how the rejecter got elected. Are we exchanging at the same Bourse? (Excepting presen......

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...El Dorado by Michael R. Burch It's a fine town, a fine town, though its alleys recede into shadow; it's a very fine town for those who are searching for an El Dorado. Because the lighting i......

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...Conundrum This confounding conundrum, This continuing act of untying the pesky knots of existence, This conniving, beating whirlwind of ever-swirling stresses, Again served up on a plate mixed......

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