Typecast Poems - Poems about Typecast

... Typecast pivot rips past apart Scars inflicted by the furnace Scatter derma with war stars Astronomy faraway magnifies Little shards of light filaments Filter......

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...I formed in the heavens; they built me in a pure overcast Concrete looks far too weak to break my fallings contrast All flower petals decreed a landscape grown to everlast I will nurture them; in ......

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... an actor he was typecast a soldier hit by a blast but as of today he's out mowing hay farming a dramatic past. ......

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...Labyrinth of Sighs Wondering through a labyrinth of sighs More platitudes with attitudes that never question why A litany of afterthoughts about where we go when we die An emboldened range ......

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...Overzealousness and assiduousness... now propels yours truly towards restitution courtesy sophisticated mountebank, whose criminal mind filched mine banknotes rationed for when I exhibit decre......

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...Aquarium realms of anointed fools masquerade as sensibility Typecast foolscap tired typewriters ribbons don't have a prolonged head Between the streets where the drunkard spins his tales ......

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...imminent iceberg is inching closer to the passengers on board catastrophe typecast......

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...by the sea on shore birds squawk squabble and jostle feathered typecast kin......

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...It was noon when I got the call Jewelry store robbed at the mall It was a young man, very tall Spoke with a drawl Spoke with a drawl In the store, I'd been permitted Where a theft had been c......

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...I portrayed the knave of hearts again, A role it would seem I was made for. I ventured off script and silenced my critics By drinking them under the table. Classically trained in the tavern art......

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...Fathers of that era did not hug or touch or intimate their love. He was the same Did he love us, we his kin, his blood-seed. He did not say, yet I believe he did. He was a provider, for ......

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... Tears for a Mother Fears for a Father gone Fate deals an unfair hand The door to youthful joy closing on adolescent shoulders imposing grown up responsibilities instead...

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...I am a product of my next of kin so in their image, through evolution determined pigmentation of my skin of human historic distribution, a complexion that I am powerless though never shall I......

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...A Ladle of Forms Still Sit In The Cradle A week has past Questions were asked Them truly lambaste For their lemons vast Leaving readers aghast In view of better typecast The flock may hol......

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...Thirty years of my life have flown pass I am in danger of being typecast Working 9 – 5 everyday For nothing but minimum pay It’s at this time I decided to change Find a way to exchange My mun......

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