Yoyo Poems - Poems about Yoyo

The Antics Of A Yoyo Thief Potential life of as juvenile delinquent (ala bam mean future streetwise thug) stopped dead in the tracks – manacles the above two lines hopefully gives hint nearly changing changing life of one boy an undersized puny kid whose aborted theft stint constitutes the gist of following poem. Now scores of years after botched minor theft penchant courtesy...

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Now scores of years after botched minor theft penchant courtesy security guard analogous to inquisitorial trenchant unforgettable verbal lashing (suppressing me ululation to vent) unwittingly arresting snitch behavior plus potential life of crime. Not a peep passed thru pursed lip o' mine - aye vaguely attest what age ten? eleven? twelve? of following anecdote at best educated guess, but no doubt yours truly with figurative heart...

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Open palm, with calm, rolling it up and releasing my heart My small heart is left dangling on a string Tugging back and jerking in full speed My small heart curls up Into your palm CALM Releasing it swiftly It gingerly rolls down again Bobbing up and down at free will You yank it up, dangling it on a string Open palm, with calm, rolling...

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Played with Duncan Yoyo Wherever we would have to go, They played with a Duncan yoyo, And be content, We had meant; Threw into wind when it did blow. Jim Horn...

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Eating celery just won't do every day on the scale makes me mighty blue Lose one pound gain back two using a laxative is just too crude One sunny day I'll be thin again my metabolism will...

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The Antics Of A Would Be Mama's Yoyo Thief (now a penchant with less Zionist trenchant ululation to vent.) Not a peep passed thru mine - aye vaguely attest what ten? eleven? twelve? age of following anecdote at best guest, but no doubt yours truly with figurative heart in chest scared puny meek boy tight lipped silently confessed to foiled attempt, sans trying unsuccessfully to steal a...

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am a yoyo gloom and bloom up and down I shine the up and ride the down the child playing the string...

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Razor flashes with inner roads to the psyche. Cataclism unfortunite tides rush without volume nonsecular invisible unseeking with direction scattering whereupon I see it coping no sense of withdrawal upbeat puzzled why's love is not blind not anything existential, pup tents military green spray to every corner worldly pleasures gaping mouths verbal garbage stinking syallbles tinkling teeth blow winds nonsense wheels turn forever still asking...

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The yo-yo player set it off, it is spinning on its length He knew it was his skill his talent and his strength. To let the yo-yo go with a flick of his wrist If he had done it right it would run and then twist. It would spin and roll away as far it could But on its return...

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I was a kid about eight years old Went shopping with Mom downtown The Duncan man’s in store I was told Isle three, where yoyos are found I had a yoyo I got somewhere Could make it go up and down I saw there was a crowd over there Checked it out, here’s what I found A man had kids watching...

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you toyed with my heart like a yoyo on a string a frayed string that broke...

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Our laughter is no longer Harassed under the strict metered Of syllabic counts At a distance You neither hear a sound Nor a word Yet whenever there is A pandemonium, Be aware, you’re not in a flea market But...in the mirthful grin Of their malicious lips, Thank goodness, we’re now on our own!...

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Life is like a yoyo It bounces up and down Back and forth And just when you think it is about to un whine It pulls itself back up again....

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