Vapors Poems - Poems about Vapors

When nothing’s helpful, nothing helps; when Yellen talks green, markets yelp. Once again, CPI soars; rates head up three quarters more. Printing bills as they go higher, throws more gas upon the fire. Economic cycle fun: nothing new under the sun. Few things in life are truly free; at least I have my poetry. ...

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Acres upon acres of snow white clouds Lie beyond our air flight window Spans from horizon to horizon As wide as we are high; Bumpy clouds with ridges and valleys Whiter than the white sands of Destin, If only I could step out and walk On those billows of brillian white fluff, then When tired, I could lie down in a ridge And pull...

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Lying alone on a freshly mown lawn Green as emeralds and warm from The autumn sun flickering daintily Through the flecks of mystery dust Welcoming my form into the folds Of its tender tendrils of loving blades Whispering sentiments of prayers Across my praising form which lays Awaiting the moment when one Gently floating cloud will turn from A silver ball of bleached cotton To...

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The rectal wind is a wayward wind. A wayward wind that's bound to wander. Many of us were born above a wayward wind. When told to, “Pusssh.” Momma couldn't keep it in....

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Valentine Vapors In the midst of her valentine capers she succumbed to a case of the vapors with a grunt and a groan she wound up alone so the sweet lass just spread out newspapers. John G. Lawless ©2/14/2018...

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Vapors On My Window Peeking out a window through blinds that never close Seeing what you see not knowing what you know Everyday they are out there and their numbers seem to grow Peeking out a window through eyes that never close Panic breathes unevenly as the vapors splash the glass Momentarily obstructing things but the vapor never lasts The mist lifts...

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Back to Vapors A mild winter sun sets blazing orange. Mist rising from the mirroring pond, sightly blurring sharp-outlined black skeletons of summer trees. The stillness of gray vapors holds silence in thrall! At pond's edge I ask my friend Jim, the astronomer,if he seeks to understand: ...

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Wallpaper Vapors? I wanted to repaper my room But mom and dad said it’s too soon You just did it yesterday, you crazy kook But THAT paper had kayaks and today I want nuns My parents just looked at me, clearly stunned Had I gone religious all of a sudden? Ignoring them I tore down the paper with glee It wasn’t level,...

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Life's footprints, I correlate to tracks in fresh snow; Track depth or stretch of days Hold no lasting significance, For flow of time and noon day sun Prompt both to fade beyond existence, And others to question, if in fact, They ever existed....

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Only angry about the stupidity of my Forefather's miscalculations and Now living within an archaic formulae This makes me undulate as a situation Spins new dna Onto phantasmagorical Fingertips whilst attempting connection Maybe in the hopes of singing with pure diapragm Yes Deep throat and lung vibrations Make the multitudes sway in rhythm Can the cans Come on those worthy Spill into the arroyo...

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