Bolt Poems - Poems about Bolt

Harshly treated at 'so called' court.. whose only scales Are visual.' In pure truth' such ruling is naught..No precedent of goodlaw given .' The judge surely needs to Be forgiven.' Such blatent an affront the health and life, in A country with indiginous; aging entrenched; its truly most rife' This is un-fair, un-balanced and conspiricy in act, i see...

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A spark cast by a careless deed, it catches fire and sparks twigs weed. A hushed town that is dull at last, a Careless deed, by a spark cast. East winds howl to display their might, and spout flames to a sturdy height. Blaze any grace in that house foul, to display their might, east winds howl. Oh, fiery Fire, the town explodes! with...

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Feeling like a lightening bolt Ready to strike At any moment Day or night. It’s now or never To set off my flashes Of light in the sky. I am tired Of holding on to that spark And keeping ot to myself. I am ready to let brightness shine And be that lightening bolt That nobody...

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Usain Bolt is a phenomenon. It used to be: "Stockily Built," "Shooting like the ball from a canon" And seriousness up to the hilt! Along came Usain like a bolt! Not with the tight and stringent run But with the elegance of a colt Directly from the sound of the gun. He executes the knees-up style, His chest's at maximum capacity. And is held out...

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Something minute had been carefully tucked away, it was a nut Got loose, rolled helplessly away, had no direction afraid, she shut Her eyes, and slowly rolled towards a destined force, An eager bolt nearby bolt gave her the eye, she thought to pause, She looked at him said hi, but continued to roll and to strut, The bolt flirted...

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This love once upon a time tasted so sweet, Now it's tainted with betrayal and deceit . Shot in the back by friendly fire, Trying to get thru to you is like preaching to the choir. If you think about it, it's kind of funny like...

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A man was too drunk to give his son a ride. Lightning struck his only son and he died. He drank too much and his son had to walk to his friend's house. When he had to bury the son who he lost, he also lost his spouse. His wife was working at the time and she packed her...

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How was I to know a lightning bolt would zig-zag into me? My body lies there on the ground, a nurse, doing CPR. Shocked voices. All eyes focused on the victim. While over the way, I stand. Separate. Watching. I move to tap a friend’s shoulder, saying, that’s me. But my hand goes straight through. Spooked. Why doesn’t he...

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The Shape of Mourning by Michael R. Burch The shape of mourning is an oiled creel shining with unuse, the bolt of cold steel on a locker shielding memory, the monthly penance of flowers, the annual wake, the face in the photograph no longer dissolving under scrutiny, becoming a keepsake, the useless mower lying forgotten in weeds, rings and crosses and all the paraphernalia the soul no longer needs. Keywords/Tags: life, death, death of a...

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Charge d'affaires struck by lightning bolt While high falutin dip low matt flying his kite insurgents planned coup d'etat clear out of blue, a devilish forked, jagged, knifed dagger "O" type electric current licked more'n the pants off harried envoy clear rants heard all the way to Timbuktu damn donnybrook loosing mayhem special averred ambassador last best hope thwarting total mortal Kombat Zeus bribed - putin two and two... together...

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once the dolt's brain bolts, chaotic codes find no way to fade once the dolt's tongue bolts, the Pentagon owes him a parade what sort actually matches his review? toads croaking in the shower shade and only those shape the true imagery of how he and his henchmen wade under Mueller's investigation, against which they've tried every shabby charade charade,...

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rolled up the sleeves of my sky-blue shirt as the birds retreated, and the winds herded the gray clouds — a fluffy vainglorious sight, the darkening like night. electricity pulses the flesh. eyes flash, awaiting my ride. the quickening of my dream, to catch a lightning bolt. i’d climb its ladder, the serrated edges of its knife, like an empress being carried to war, but with child-like venture. can you hear...

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Creative writing is such fun Just picture something, it could be a scary gun Let your imagination conjure up a scene It may be violent or serene Jot your thoughts down wherever you may be That’s the secret to remember what your imagination can see It could be instantaneous or you may want to place it in a file But putting it...

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He's in the starting position, he looks to the sky, kissing the cross around his neck No time to joke he's representing the black, green and gold His eyes fixed to the finish line Winning is the only mission in mind It’s time for business...the gun goes off ...he moves ...lightning fast He's Bolt ...Jamaica to the world. With...

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Love is a lightning bolt This lightning bolt of love struck my heart in a flash; Immediately I knew that you were the one. From the first time is saw you, I would never give that image back; There you were, hiding behind your smile, with your make up on. I feel you every time we are apart; I feel there...

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