Bruce Poems - Poems about Bruce

I have always been a fan of Kung Fu and Brue Lee I so wanted to Learn the art and looked around for lessons But although I travelled far and wide I found none not one for me Disheartened that instead of becoming a master As I had dreamed about it since childhood It was a complete disaster Then one day...

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Don’t start a game ending in death, Something there: forfeiture of breath! Don’t mind Superstar Bruce Lee, His Game of Death Kung Fu we see. Next, the player lodged in some heath, To The Living Death: Living Threat!” Don’t think of a game marked by risk. The sort guys start and taste the whisk “You’re a rogue who’d begun to frisk: You were breathing...

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I’m Bruce the goose And fly with geese I follow the rules In forming V’s And being a goose Sometimes I lead Then play caboose To lessen breeze Yet I faltered Their perfect V’s When I altered Their masterpiece I figured we’d Fly much better If we proceed With a new letter Seen from below Instead of V’s Our flight would show F’s, R’s, or D’s I got our flock To fly an H As the earth...

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The boss aka Bruce Springsteen and the E Street band Bruce Frederick Joseph Springsteen born at Monmouth Medical Center in Long Branch, New Jersey, on September 23, 1949. His nationalities include hodgepodge of Dutch, Irish, and Italian descent. He grew up Catholic in Freehold, New Jersey. I dedicate the following poem to aforementioned musician, whose figurative guitar finger kept on...

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his nose was distracting but so was mine i listened to it ; in the car on the way there the bass was in my brain what if he'd never heard it? the questions kept coming questions about stuff thinking about the book of judges i saw paintings i followed him home hid beneath the window pane but heard nothing i didn't get the job...

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Poet& hymnist Michael Bruce whose verse was rarely obtuse In many ways a 'Keats in padallel' dying too yoing of consumption a well...

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"Going All Bruce Lee" It’s like holding water in your hands. they say, be like water as if on the drop, the turn of H20 on tap, one can go all Bruce Lee. he was rather gung-ho; but the subliminal message he projected, without malice in his lithe fluidity brought on dreamy visions of going all soft and compliant. one might...

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Michael Bruce was poet so free dying too soon with TB Best known for ' Ode to the Cuckoo' perhaps 'Lochleven' the best in view...

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I am waiting For the colonists’ offspring To see. See what’s already there. Been there decades, hundreds and thousands of years. Brewarrina. Birrngi-Bream. Condah. Tuupuurn-Galaxis. Bolac. Smoked eels. Curly Mitchell Grass. Nodding Greenhoods. Yam Daisy-Murnong. Budj Bim. World Heritage. Right here! Dark Emu. Read it. Grasp the future. Don’t wait. Act. Thrive....

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He dreamt of car races and our sunny California beaches. Of tanned women playing volleyball. Yes, all were within his vibrant reach. Porsche-mania, though was his all. Some talk endlessly of dreams coming true, but Bruce, followed them. He packed up his things and left his freezing Chicago neighborhood. Blond, tall, amenable with the most beautiful eyes of hypnotic blue. My cousin, Bruce, so...

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Bruce was a hard taskmaster Who ordered his staff to work faster The faster they went Bruce would not relent Causing a major disaster...

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The Bruce Lee’s days was a kun fu stage. His fighting style lasted for quite a while. His hits and kicks was used with his slashing sticks. As he screams and screams, he takes over his dragon dreams. Did you know that he was a fantastic dancer with a tad touch from a bee’s...

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Beneath this green sod, lies my Cousin Bruce. It's true, his mother called him 'Silly Goose.' Oh, that Nordic DNA, those gorgeous blue eyes, and sense of humor. A skier and a Porsche race car driver, he grew up to be. Always filled with humor and a genuine love for humanity. Leukemia took his life at forty. He serves God now, in grateful and glowing, angelic glory. July 10,...

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Friends from the Lutheran church got together, We decided to hike on the Bruce Trail, i walked with my friend Axel, We were friends along the trail and we were completely quiet. Traveled on the rugged terrain, The scenery was beautiful. He is very athletic and handsome, i enjoyed walking very much. His parents and my parents were good friends, We used to...

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My teacher died. His lungs failed him. He taught me that the lungs harbor grief. His lungs are gone. My grief has only just arrived. He used his lungs to power his Power. To power his speech. His lungs let him connect to the heavy bag with a Dragon Fist, to his students with...

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