Hang On Poems - Poems about Hang On

Where’er you may be let be, said Loulie Who cannot control her flatulency Wherever she roams She plays her air drone Allowing foul odours to flow freely. Loulie’s mother is three times a lady Though her lovely daughter drives her crazy She put up a tent With all good intent To keep her home as fresh as a daisy. Young Loulie was quite frightfully...

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My country in Africa - though I am Indian in origin - Lies torn and tattered, corrupt and corrupting No water for weeks, only Mandela's Charity trucked in some (2 trucks today) After a whole week of dry faucets. With electricity, there's LOADSHEDDING Or rationing of power, so one must research the hours each day ... And decide...

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death is very clear not like blurred reality where snags just appear and...

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Does life hang on a tiny thread, haven't many been misled? Discouraged? One needs the courage to achieve the impossible! Decry fate, never fling your sword to wound a moribund soul already bleeding; control your irrepressible rage, doesn't healing begin when reasoning is finally deployed? Does life hang on a tiny thread as the breath, our lungs exhale? Would one prefer the silence...

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She’s dead they said! She I thought. Who is she? I stared straight down at a frumpy old thing. On the bed, a lump, so dead. Was that me? I asked my spirit guide. My guide laughed; he always loves it That it takes me a while to recognize my flesh body Between life times. Let’s go figure it out, he suggested. We watched...

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Hang on sister I’m glad I saw you, made the effort Left all the baggage behind and arrived With an open heart. Still unsure why I did? You’re just like how I remember mum. Four-feet nothing, plump and round I’m getting there, it’s what aging does. So glad I called, unannounced, I didn’t Give you time for an excuse and no Time for...

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If you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on Wise words from an old geezer who's still putting along You may be dangling But keep on cackling Till the damn rope breaks, serenade us with a song...

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This one's a giggle, ain't no other reason Hang on to your panties, it's happy time season Frowns are frowned on Grab your baton Conduct your laugh orchestra afore ya get eaten...

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Ya Gotta Hang On by M. Griswold 05162020 Ya gotta hang on, ya gotta hold tight. To those goals and dreams within yer sight. For the future for sure is in constant flex. So keep the focus with measures and checks. With those dreams and goals visualized. They'll fully develop and will be realized. So you gotta hang on, you gotta hold tight. No matter...

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The green Marlboro light in her fingers Smoke shifting in the air The wind blowing through The combini flags Waving surrender We stay quiet In the dark night If one of us speaks A single word Everything will overflow Endlessly Nothing can stop The tears The truth The taste From flowing In our mouthes Keep on pretending Just gotta Hang on a Lil longer Have a Lil more patience Have a Lil more trust Wait I see it There's the light At the end Of...

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Australians must have to hang onto things Obviouly they'll float around in space without wings Though cheaper than airfare It's damn cold up there But the washroom is spacious, just let 'er fling...

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This one's a giggle, ain't no other reason Hang on to your panties, it's happy time season Frowns are frowned on Grab your baton Conduct your laugh orchestra afore ya get eaten...

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If you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on Wise words from an old geezer who's still stumbling along You may be dangling But keep on cackling Till the damn rope breaks, serenade us with a song...

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If you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot and damn well hang on Wise words from a mangy old dude whose still zinging along You may be dangling But keep on cackling Till the damn rope breaks, serenade us guys with a song...

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J-ust let the Sunday beacon O-pen the morn with light; Y-our birthday has come, D-enying the chill of night. E-arly twenty-sixth February, L-onely evening passes by; R-ise of the sun begins, O-ne flame brightens the sky. S-hadows, mist, and haze A-re brought to oblivion; R-iding a roller coaster I-s making you hang O-n....

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