Windbreaker Poems - Poems about Windbreaker

...There is a squat/stout duffer in a windbreaker and a Mets cap on the outskirts of the park playing a rickety 5 string and hoot'in and holler'in. I have no idea what he is singing. There is no d......

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...he was making so much turbulence that he needed windbreaker trousers his farting more than gas from cheeks but a fluid blown attack on decency and common sense in torrential times fu......

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...Winter begins — her clogs and his windbreaker afterward snow banks 12/15/2018......

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... Your red light betters consider you a black bug on the windshield of life That freedom flight of fancy smushed condition, it don’t spotted glass much matter Just another ghetto pes......

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...A portrait of emptiness I got a book sent from a Sunday paper it is in written Portuguese and tries to tell the story of a man who – as the folklore goes- was the only person in the whole wor......

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...Electric Mosquito Bat Reached out for my windbreaker jacket, lifted it off its peg… Slipped my left hand into the left sleeve to be followed by my right… My mind was ever so clear, my heart ever......

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...Rechargeable Electric Mosquito Bat Ho, ho,ho..! What a joyous Christmas season it is gonna be… This little gift my favourite little gal has just bought me… Tore away the gift wrappings to r......

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...Shades of Green I have a green windbreaker, but it looks like a uniform jacket I impulsively I put it on looked in the mirror, an old general on an alpine walk hoping to find a shrine of his h......

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...Glimpses I caught between the swishing traffic on that sidewalk in cold rain and colder wind and a cast-off Cleveland Browns windbreaker: a man tottering a mime of an off-center grandfather clock,......

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...Huddled among massive rocks, at the bottom of a barren cliff, breathing in the strongest aroma of jasmines, watching hordes of seagulls hover over an abandoned ship; pensively and attentively spe......

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...The smell of burning fire the taste of cold in the air the feel of wind upon your face the sound of 'Trick or Treat' the stench of a hay ride the refreshment of warm apple cider the fear insi......

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...Twas the night before Christmas He sat near the street With his dog in a blanket Warming his feet The sidewalk was cold His windbreaker thin He longed for a scarf To cover his chin He wis......

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...“Freeze your nuts off” What a gray, gray day at Lake Norman the worst weekend for a first regatta our sloops were plastic toy boats in a toddler’s bathwater and we the hapless Lego men the Novem......

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