Bc Poems - Poems about Bc

My pc died this week It was old from back in the day Should have a stamp of B.C. The lord used it before me Holds hostage my muse of faith So what am I to do now My work is trapped in a pc Wear a fuchsia frown And a dunce cap crown For not backing up files responsibly...

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Sneaking into the museum to avoid the sudden rain Raisin said, “I don’t want to get soaked right through again, It was bad enough when that truck through that puddle dashed And you and me - but mainly me - got well and truly splashed.” Rum said, “Well, we’re indoors now but just look over there That old guy must...

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Dark grey clouds begin to form in the morning sky Strong winds develop leaves begin to fly In the distance, a boom of thunder creates a sinister sound Rain pours from the heavens scattering children from a nearby playground Up above lightning dances across the sky Small planes become grounded far too dangerous to fly Storm drains...

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If heart you chase is heart of stone Better for you to be alone Don't play a game that you can't win Think twice before you make your spin Refrain from chasing a shadow Turn back from hearts as cold as now For, your not born to be martyr You're not meant to catch someone's spear...

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Remember when you were a fleeting thought? Back when your smile was unremarkable? Your ocean eyes not yet part of the plot? Before your name caused that unconscious beam? And now I let you go, you haunt my dreams. I look far and wide to avoid your blue. Each curve I touch I bend to the extremes. I chuck my headphones to...

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Two seamen sought to sail the sea to see the seething sea, you see. This could have happened in B.C. but no — they saw the modern sea. In 2023 A.D. the sea was like the sea B.C. which is unlike the CBC with no connection to the sea but somewhat like the BBC which does resemble the B.C. without the extra C., you see? I...

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A tear drop Skies cry, and cry, and cry, and cry. A tear drop forms, it metamorphoses. It freezes, becomes a snow flake. Snow flake upon snow flake upon flake merge, become a blanket atop mountains. Time passes and they again metamorphose, melt, join as one to become a trickle sliding down the sides of rugged mountains. Once again merging with so many to...

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The needle I used to craft your shoes , the needle I used to sew your wounds , the needle I used to bore the holes through your precious bones ..are the scriptures of love and the harvest of times, of celebrations, good food and a jug of fine wine,  written within the sounds of...

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A platform for the budding artists With incentives and rewards amidst Holding the morale higher forever Through its encouraging manner Weekly a verse makes a difference Like drops making mighty oceans Let’s undertake the Mission NASA And start versing in a way spectra Indebted I’m to this Poetry Team For their coveted reward in teem Extending my gratitude to the panel For bestowing me the...

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B is for Beautiful British Columbia R is for the Radiance of my Province I is for the Inspiring people in my Province T is for the Talents in my Province I is for the interests people in my Province have S is for the Strength people in my Province Have H is for the Hope...

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PERSPECTIVE BC Putting crystal globe in bedroom as an aglow Moon. Glossy sheen of love ...

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You, my beloved; Stars inspire to sway and move in the day Those hours which happiest till our feeble age Glimmer of pearls trickle and drip on silk; ...

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Looking for the pulse but it’s too faint to feel; Desperately seeking an electric shock, to finally and forever heal; Looking for a rhythm maybe a 9.0 on the richter, would shake us up enough to turn the machines off; Look up, nothing left but robots; The heartbeat non existent; Totally void of that fever we all need, metal cases but no connection; Hold up...

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On the day he came to visit me there was nothing out of the ordinary This day had started rather grey with rain clouds overhead But when I saw him at my door to me this day meant so much more This day became extraordinary ~ a special day forevermore I was busy in the kitchen when I heard...

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I allow my roots to anchor me to Mother Earth Surrounding me with her Divine energy, shielding and protecting. As I place my hands upon the crystal ball they begin to buzz, so full of energy I allow my gaze to focus upon the fleeting images that I am being shown I plead with the powers that be to help me interpret...

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