Throttle Poems - Poems about Throttle

My memory endures a tourniquet as it tries to forget, while holding blood. It used to sport a bouquet as it tried so hard to boast. Bouquet becomes tourniquet. A flow is held. A part of me is throttled, my throat is squeezed. It wants to loosen - but strangles. Some things will not release. Eyes will gawp, try to pop. Memory can cause so...

Continue reading...

tubers on the vine flourishing in fertile soil field of potatoes I swilled vodka made of spuds ~ Absolut Distilled veggies that were grown as a root Drank another bottle Hit the ground full throttle Grossly soused but I didn't give a hoot ingested as French fries, potatoes are better for human health ~ ~ ~...

Continue reading...

salient seal surges fondling felon vices tumbling twain smirks leering lusty lurch per punctured zeal moaning mists breed wielded will whooshes dripping damped drizzles seeped'n saucy stinks haughty heels hanker oozing taunted trigger airy atmosphere flickers tumbling tiers throttle dangling dark dwindles. '20:01:31:15:23...

Continue reading...

There once was a golfer named Joe Jessop Who liked to eat his hotdogs with ketchup His girl opened a bottle Began squeezing full throttle Whoa! That made Joe's little putter stand up!...

Continue reading...

Synchronicity woven by fate’s volatile hands Gave rise to calamity in deceptive, calm skies Creating tragedy so harsh that reason defies Into a nation’s sad heart, a mortal arrow lands "Hear ye, teachers," the benign invitation had been sent Demonstrate the right stuff, be the first launched into space ...

Continue reading...

As last rose of summer opens wider Night is drawing nigh, rose cutter in hand The rose clipped in its best stage; placed in cider Jar that was used up, cleaned_now it will stand Jar of cider was enjoyed long ago Remember that day on our honeymoon You were so young with raven hair my beau We found that road side stand...

Continue reading...

Fast and furious we live our lives always at full speed ahead never taking time to look outside of the window to see around our head All of the life and laughter we miss always going full throttle rushing to get here and there much too busy to be aware But then one day the engine fails and we look in the rearview mirror ask...

Continue reading...

I have a friend called Bob Beaubobble who trains unusual pets to juggle assorted items frequently fumbled by freakish fish or octibumbles This hobby made him mucha dinero which he put in the bank ‘with interest’ to grow but while he was filling in all of the forms One creature escaped from under his arms Unseen in the dark, in the...

Continue reading...

For as much as the puncture the tincture, the cure will squash out your sickness and push you to pure the illness does offer a kind solace too a moment to stop, be it fever or not to sink into pillow tops, linen clean white to better the darkness instead of the light to catch up on reading, listless delight wilting in sunshine, rejuvenate...

Continue reading...