Rounding Poems - Poems about Rounding

Stupendously, I walk a straight line, a mile high, across the tight rope. Following my death-defying performance, I shower, slip on the soap. 11/27/2021 YOUR FUNNIEST COUPLET EVER Sponsor: L Milton Hankins...

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After rounding up some cattle I headed to the saloon To have a drink or two And hear a bawdy tune Cowpokes were gambling And guzzling up their beer The women were upstairs Their bosoms amply filled Waiting to give us all a thrill After a couple shots of whiskey A...

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A shepherd in charge of his flock Insisted on wearing a frock He wore black high heels When out in the fields... His hormones they sure ran amok When working in inclement weather His outfit was shiny black leather He looked a bizarre sight In his corset so tight His family now call him Heather! 5/2/18...

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His mind is imprisoned by a cage. He is framed with sentences handed down by strangers. He is alone even though the other voices fill his head. He is unaccompanied, even with the crowd in his cell. He argues among all, which conspiracy we should conspire with. He has the Freedom to sit with selves to hear who yells loudest, He...

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Rounding third I'm heading home Pants mighty dirty, cleats are worn Knees swollen, bones do ache Just one more game before I break Coach waves me in I trip and fall Scramble back , I'm safe for now Dust in my mouth, nose, and shoes The sun is setting...

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Rounding Out Reality Rounding out reality Dreams fall down on columned nights Walls fade in golden mist Swirl into the clarity of day A kiss is tangible in the distance Flavored vapors and water come From the last midnight rain engagement Came and went away with sleep, pure with sentiment Sweet sense and fragrances of forest clearing Corridors of trees lead on the wind Solid as...

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ROUNDING THE CIRCLE When this world races full circle, and I’m no longer mentor, With no more locks to be keyed or flames to damp, I can at last saunter along the radius to the centre - And this is the time I extinguish my lamp. The only...

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