Tyres Poems - Poems about Tyres

...JULY 2023 Hazy, Rampant, Hammering Foggy-headed, I must be lazy enough to put just the right effort in. It drips down and stains the pore. My disease is acidic, fatal, And the way that......

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... Dreams - is their origin from merely A vivid imagination, Because for millenniums stretching Back, to the beginning of Civilization, Dreams have forever intrigued man. They even approache......

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...Old wishes carried into the new year, Former desires brought into the new year, Dim lamps longing for brightness in the new year, Incomplete books searching for the missing pages in the new year, ......

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...JUDY… Judy was a German Shepherd from my newborn days I’ve seen some pictures, black and white; she had a friendly gaze I wish I could remember her as I sit here and write Alas I just have photog......

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...When the sun shines down on a concrete town And no one dares put both feet down It’s hop from one foot to the other Dancing like you’re your grandmother How does concrete get so hot I didn’t k......

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...HOW CAN I PRETEND ? PART 2 Pretence is for those who round a corner with I did read that book, she smiles with her eyes, then escape to humour minds or waves agonising over shame or s......

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...The CRUNCHING of tyres on the gravelly driveway The CLANG of the garden gate sharply closing The CLICK of the key in the lock The old door CREAKING open on its hinges The SNAP of the light swit......

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... It stands propped against a wall in my memory, that green two wheeler bike, my first, bought second hand from a neighbor. A deep, gravel graze I got from learning to ride it, I swear, st......

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...Jailed for the will to be jailed Kids shouldn’t play with fire But they do, and of course they fail In full conscious of mad desire What now, will you write a sequel To Servantes’s Don Quixote ......

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... I was wondering what a painting about one of my poems look like Grimly gathering of gnarly letters So take this one would it slipperyness of eels in heels Would my light one haze of neon faze......

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... I was wondering what a painting about one of my poems look like Grimly gathering of gnarly letters So take this one would it slipperyness of eels in heels Would my light one haze of neon faze......

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...I hadn't noticed. Neither had he. No one had said anything. Then mum took note. Black spaghetti round the wheels. Where the lord's supper meets the road. Watching your child on a bike Crum......

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...Hungry vultures; there were ten, just sitting in a tree One fell out and bit the dust while my wife made my tea Hungry vultures; there were nine, among the leaves so green One chewed dirt as my ......

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...Powder blue. Postman Raleigh frame, Wheels that were thin and far from de rigeur at the time. An ode to the horrors of Shelly with its salvaged parts, None matching saddle and outmoded bell. Smo......

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... A world where toffees are the coins Burgers are the mobile phones Sandwiches are the fan Wheel like fryums are the tyres of car and vehicles Rain of mango shakes Snow of glitters.........

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