Vince Poems - Poems about Vince

The story's told of bygone days, Of a man named Vince with his soul ablaze, While the hearts of animals far and near Were filled with abject dread and fear. The best these beasts could do was run, For Vince had planned to eat every one. Yes, he planned to eat every one, Rare, medium, or well-done. He ate not just chicken, pork,...

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Today I’m thankful for Vince Lombardi whose wisdom about the game of life I shall now attempt to rhyme… He famously said: We never lost a game… We just ran out of time. ...

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There once was a fellow named Vince He was a handsome young prince But one day he fell Right into a well And took a small little rinse...

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His name was Vince And he liked to mince. The product there to convince, There was no equal to Vince who liked to mince. No matter what people brought to cook If Vince got a look Then it would end up as another mince dish, He would even mince the fish. There was no longer any peace of mind, When Vince began to grind. The...

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Gone Like I meant nothing two years of nothing unsurprising really I always knew I loved more Heart breaking I keep it together allowing only private tears so family and friends remain unconcerned They never knew exactly how much I loved you We loved our way away from them Another break we’d had several and always fixed it but not this time this time you left Outwardly I smiled went places with...

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Man has come a long way A man named Vince schooled my consolation When amidst the ruin could not shake the desolation Of things just falling away But it is only a small step My brother, Suzerdail, the giant leap was retrogression There are miles and miles to go to find this satisfaction So long we creep towards the step We savages of...

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Sold Out The blogger screams And I trembling Naked before the fogless eyes Dangled like butcher's meat Stand on the auction block again, the mist of profits screening pain. Against the gavel rising and falling Leading bidders for my flesh speak superficial of my loveliness Orishas mangled in the history of my undoing Native faith betrayed by a foreign cross Emigrants hustled in the market...

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"Oh Vince my dear" Need not fear It's not that we don’t stand a chance I just see the wicked in a glance Yes there are wonderful likeable humans I wish we could all be Truman’s Never fear I do see my glass half full Perhaps I’m stubborn as a bull Please don’t think I’m always the black But let...

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Say yo, give me a beat, like the streets, replete with celebration, Cause the lamb is on his way back, to collect saints new and old, Bold, with sold out souls for the movement, See there is an enemy of mankind, and women too, He’s against me and he’s against you, But there are saints of old that are prayin’ Amazin’,...

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Sure 'nuff... We get use'd 'a, Places we was brought up in, Seems more natural than not, Having lived on the outskirts Of JFK airport, To fall asleep to the song of Jumbo jets roaring just overhead... Most natural to me... Now it's the country silence To keep me awake... Occassional distant train whistle, On the periphery of sound, Geese honking choir, Flying above ground... Soon I'll love these sounds that...

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Hey dear Vince, thanks for the glimpse, back in time, nothing like it since. Yes, we were very lucky to be here back then, but do you remember, the fashion trend. I can remember the skating rink, this was the best possible dating link. Lights turned low, and the music got slow, the floor cleared out for the couples, you know. Lovers Lane...

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A poetry writer named Vince Had some lyrics ,and tried to convince His young daughter to say That rap had it's day Now , poor Pop is Hip Hop , ever since ....

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