Memo Poems - Poems about Memo

The winter of our discontent is over, the Merciful God of the oppressed has seen to the de-icing of our hued souls; and the blossoming essence of our liberation. The grapes of spring are plentiful and the heat of the sun is upon them but they must not be allowed to become like raisins wrinkled in the winds of time. Hued grapes of...

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I haven't written in a while. I haven't felt the need. Or rather the motivation, The desire to not impede. I haven't felt love in a while. I wish you knew I might. Can you not see my pain? It appears my lover; Not quite. Love me?...

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For those residents in MAGAville, That can't seem to pull their heads out of Trumps' ass. Take a minute away from those affectionate kisses, and For that moment, you might not be without class. I...

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Please clearly print your name on the front of your mask. Cupid. (Cupid is having a heck of a time this year. Not to forget all the other mishaps masks are causing. As a public service, I will just reiterate a few -- and please add some to my list as you become aware: CDC has just...

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Public service announcements seem to not work any more. The stress of our circumstances seem to confirm our righteousness. We never listen to anybody but we listen to our pity. We praise and glorify the same thing that families mourn over, and we only grieve when it directly affects us. There’s no turning back from what you believe...

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Don’t the minutes seem like hours as we run the office maze? Then we wonder where the time went; time seduces, time betrays, Till we’ve got to pause between midnight and dawn To recover from the strain. We hear the same drop of rain. You can sense the knotted tension neatly coiled around my gut; All those squeaky apprehensions...

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LIFE IS GREAT... FANTASTIC... INCREDIBLE... AND AT TIMES... UN...BELIEVABLE. WE WERE CREATED BY OUR PARENTS. AN EVENT, A PROCESS THAT GOES BACK TO THE BEGINNING OF LIFE. THERE IS A REASON WHY WE EXIST. WE EXIST TO REFLECT OUR PRESENCE INTO THE FUTURE. WE EXIST TO STIMULATE THE CURIOSITY AND THE IMAGINATION OF OTHERS AT THIS TIME. IT TAKES TIME TO UNDERSTAND, IMAGINATION IS ESSENTIAL TO UNLEASH YOUR FULL POTENTIAL. WHEN WE...

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hate has infused the land; all created equal, memo~not received Alexis Y. 03/08/2021...

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It is time to retire the red skin Better blood pressure will win Anger management is done Now happiness, laughter and fun If a fight starts Diplomatic channels will be giving a part Debating issues known by heart Kind communication anchored when one listens That is the mission Coffees and teas Using terms thank you...

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It has reach its destination When a plan you thought would work, does not And a plan you thought would not work, does It makes you think, does is it Definitely It has reach its climax When the puzzle keeps unfolding And the pieces follow the sequence It leaves the mind at ease Proudly so...

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Power of a mom Keeps everything calm Busy as can be With no fee Holding a hand Being a fan Having answers when in a jam While frying dinner in a pan There is so much caring Mom trusting and sharing As a driving force Mom is the number one source...

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memories The bus is full, and the kettle is on the boil Three children are playing on the beach One will be a businessman one will be an architect And the third one will be a contrarian Critical of the social orders. The problem with remembering childhood Is that we are recording a thought time everything Is accurate and also fantasy how it...

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Nunez Nonsense Memo Phony Bunch of Bologna Trump is sure to win another Tony, For all of his big bunch of Bologna; Up to his ears, Drawing tears; Proves that he is putrid and phony, And squishy as some salty abalone. Jim Horn...

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Penetrating the window the moonlight casts onto my desk wheyey cream of gleam Bypassing the door ajar extends afar my reminiscence in wee wisps of waft, Ferreting out your memo and dusting dog-eared pages before sallow lamp shaft, I telepathize myself terrifically to wonder whether you are right in your serene dream weaving the warp and woof of our...

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Words unsaid Loss is laid Gone too soon Ere next noon Dead on time A lost chime In life brief Echoes grief State too late Empty plate Loss feels deep Final sleep Sad looks bleak Knees feel weak Eyes droop low Last light glows Farewell then Loss knows when End game woes Time to go Pay cheque paid Jobs waylaid Leon Enriquez 27 October 2017 Singapore...

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