Windpipes Poems - Poems about Windpipes

...Hovering over a flashing sign At the portal to our oil town Chirped the fluttering sparrow To the tiny desert flower That had just offered Its first golden smile To the rising sun of spring: ......

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... lioness is hunting lioness is prowling prowling at midnight prowling for prey prey, unaware. prey is now on the run ......

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...I recall an earlier city than this, that smaller metropolis had to be plugged into black handsets for distant listening. Often, I think that his city is a concrete megaphone, one we have made f......

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...My Life is a song sung in a series of repetitive inferior notes. I’m unable to record mellow melodies, as my violin strings continually play with reckless violet villains. As I sit and repla......

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...I am drugged by music the horsehair bow, key and peddle the blow and boom' of windpipes and drums. Unfinished symphonies leave me mewing like a wounded gull forever beached on that last note......

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...The ocean churns, deep in the bowels of its great stomach A scurvy, a barnacle, a flag flung high amast From deep, deep down inside, below pressure boiling Bones exploding, windpipes constri......

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...We are one. We are the same. We are I. We move with the same ligaments, the same joints, the same muscle strings. We ooze of acid. We erode. We exude a putrid odour. We are a walking culmination o......

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... Silver tongue money sign blow bellow ballast moral bankruptcy notes Reprobate shekel vocal chords toot the $eductive $ound of the crafty coin jingle — Filthy lucre windpipes utter-......

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...For years it had flown through dim canyons, hollows where the mute sheltered in echoing caves. Poems shifted loose and gearless. Words darted for cover as if caught in an empty bell tower. On......

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... Another wave of voter vexation is swamping the shutdown nation To the left, the windpipes are hissing To the right, the windbags are dissing And all of the kitchen cabinet apron......

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... They love to puff the beryl nicotine Incendiary lungs sucking down the cancerous green Hard drag queens, dressed to mass extinct kill, inhale poisonous mushroom dreams Napalm v......

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...The First Texian Macabre Arena Ballad (The extended free-fallen edition) In another life, is where I first saw your face! One summer afternoon, lying wounded next to the dead Unopened gun powde......

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