Cartridges Poems - Poems about Cartridges

...The American South sits in my throat like grief. Faded floral curtains on Either side of a square, stained window Brown flecks, sometimes red, like the one in My brother’s eye— Nobody knows wh......

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... "Walking on Water in the Between Worlds Place" when darkness came the remaining, those beautiful transingularity neo-automatons, imbued with dark matters running ......

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...It is one hell of a risk Away The Cops could Stan whisk, By Jeff's window with a disc They'll think he's there to things frisk, Although, slow Stan's moves not brisk... Stan means recording a ......

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...*Image of Tony Dow by News. AUDIO VIDEO of 500 Miles by Peter, Paul & Mary Take Care Wally Cleaver Wally: Watch the hair! My faculties are under arrest! I have been subpoenaed b......

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...Raid versus woe Black flag(s) show up on social media platforms when potential homicidal maniac(s) communicate(s) intent to strike with ambush and ready read - able, eager, and willing to em......

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...Shoes and clothes all on the floor; Video game cartridges piled high from the ceiling to the door; Music blaring no one's listening; Cuz too old to hear the old the age you are open doo......

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...Gun owners indiscriminately brandish loaded firearms toward innocent victims, and concomitantly excite purported in accordance with first amendment, relish yet proliferation allowing free rangi......

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...As the Bus with a sight, rumbled along, Its weary cargo slumped, for the journey was long. Babies in agony clung to wretched mothers Oblivious they are without fathers, Their only concern, to suc......

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... "The Forgotten Legion of Rose Thorns" Reversing roll calls the Anti-Hero jumps through burning hoops instinctively bathed in the magnum ......

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...Sometimes I can’t decide whether or not these words are saving me, or if I’m wasting my time - circling around the same clogged drain. Damning myself with the filth of what I’m trying so desper......

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...Yesterday, my printer worked today it's on the fritz. I was in a frenzy perked spewing words lined in poetic blitz. Fingers slid along the keys and every word was good indeed but the final......

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...oh wow sir george claremdon on a horse. trit trot. A ninety nine nonsensical length of a trumpet voicing face facing west and east is a coastal cavity of dimensional spaces. It appears that even i......

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...It is a nice sunny day in the eastern Riverina It is a perfect day to go for a ride on my klr 650 might go for a ride to circumnavigate Hume weir yep sounds like a plan so I am thinking about......

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...Firearms magazine offer manifold big bang for their buck, many ear rational per son or daughter loves advocate, the late chuck heston (now a shooting star occasionally visiting Earth from celesti......

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...The emotions that bubble up, Fizzing from your finger tips, staining the already worn carpet as it licks its lips across the floor. Passion doesn’t spit both ways. Would it feel like danci......

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