Blower Poems - Poems about Blower

Afternoon autumn Our neighborhood goes crazy Like living in a dentist’s office Drilling sucking blowing Whining wincing scraping Gurgle My head tilted back With a book on my chest Mouth wide open Staring into the glare of the final high sun....

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My name should be Lucille. I am that squeaky wheel. If some things wrong I'll weigh it. I'm not afraid to say it. Some may not want to know her. She's been a whistle blower. I'm not a quiet bird. My voice is always heard. I'll never give you peace, so just give me that grease....

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While on tree became a grower; Seemed to be slower and slower, And a big pain; Constant strain; In middle found a whistle blower. Do remember when on me dawned, Trump appeared to be far beyond, We believe; Pity receive; All our thoughts he did abscond. So all of my poems how is this? And object of them you did miss; Stuck up far; Obscure scar; Thought I had...

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An Inupiat "slow-grower" Believed he could sink no lower When an icicle rose On the tip of his nose He won "Number 1 Snow Blower" * * * * A cold polar bear did stutter And folk thought he was a nutter But God loved him a bunch And dropped off his lunch With buckets of peanut butter....

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I am in my school building, listening the blower of the furnace, there is no other sound. Except the clicking of my typewriter keys ; for a second I am surprised I am the first person here. Then I remember that most of the others have professional development meetings at other places. A white car had pulled up...

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The Trumpet Blower The seat pushed higher never lower Always trying to trump Swaying the gloating rump July 27, 2018 CLERIHEW CONTEST Poetry Contest Sponsored by: The Name Forsakes Me...

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serendipity of poet blizzard of fa ll e n leaves 11/28/2017...

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A profound page in simple poise: Wise up to truth when conscience pumps, Heed centre stage the trust you voice; In-sync with proof that foul now dumps, Sense in the hurl of just pitch here; Travel the road where healing comes, Lest corrupt swirls slash cause for cheer; Eject the load where burdens sum. Be one with light to ease sad plight, Lift and...

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MIND BLOWER – JOURNAL XIII Dreams can be weird crazy. True. But a totally senseless dream can disorient you, Befuddle your first waking minutes. Like, this wildness has lasted so long into sleep As to literally infect the waking awareness. One must now examine, carefully, one’s daily routine to regain sanity. Brushing teeth – you are an artist painter ...

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There is thick cloud of gloom all around With no gleam of hope anywhere found Things are not what they outwardly seem Loose not faith; be a whistle-blower bold. The situation surely seems insurmountable Scaring away a few good people; sensible The evil in the society is absolutely horrible Loose not hope; be a whistle-blower bold. There is no advantage in running away This...

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Glaze the glass and blow liquid luster, lava flow Twirl the oven, hallucinate Clink the cooling 'till it breaks Make it cobalt, gold flecked muse Shallow breath to counter fuse Hollow bubble on sweating metal Sting of lungs by the great glass nettle The end is a bauble to be bought by the buyer Born from the heat from the un-ending fire....

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