Varoom Poems - Poems about Varoom

...Nothing is heard as my mind explodes, the debris contained as time itself slows. Yet it all goes so quickly, leaving nowhere to turn, as exhaustion sets in, I just let myself burn. I st......

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...The sun is up, and I'm up. Both the sun and I are up, we're up, we're up Off with my sleeping clothes, off it goes, off it goes, On with my play clothes, on it goes, on it goes, Down the steps, I ......

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...With plates and words in anger flying My wife and I now deem it best To cease all our screaming and crying As I check into the Motel Goodrest I arrive and plop down for a blissful night ......

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... Death Of A Sweet Gum Miracle Man 3/14/2022 Leaves cascading as if indiscriminately lost, casualties of nature and multiple nights frost. Once a coat of many colors on our Sweet Gum T......

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...She sits with her head tilted over her shoulder The typical sixteen-year-old, or not much older, Her long brown hair sweeps down to her spine This sweet graduating granddaughter of mine. Her eyes......

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...Summer sun bakes the desert hot rocks near sand Swimming pool, cool decking, green grass welcomes Warmest season, diving board jump and splash Smiles, laughter, enjoyment; now lunchtime chips and ......

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...Hot, smokey cars calmly grab and old, fast car. Where is the dusty roads? The sun flower loudly fights the rain; O, exhaustion! The rain runs like a hot skyscraper Varooom... Fast, ......

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...I aver, an auspicious dark shadow(s) will zoom as if birthed, sans starry eyed nebulous debris across infinite fantastic space/time catacomb constituting whirled wide web ringing Gaia's in utero ......

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...If I had been a governess, I would have been paid. Maybe a pittance, maybe a penny, maybe in francs or yen. Who knows? If I had been a race car driver, I would have been revered By my pit crew......

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...Hark! Wispy ghost of Indian summer is in sight, Fresh on our amorous teenage heels, slow dog day night, Hot Iowa corn on a cob, fresh with sweet oozing butter. Makes autumn’s imminent encroachment......

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...A fine meal we had this evening Somehow though it was not fufiling My mind keeps slipping over to the Dairy Queen Holding a frozen chocolate milkshake taste sensation Sensual and creamy with a ......

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