Twenty Two Poems - Poems about Twenty Two

Twenty two years has gone by, And yet we’re gathered here again to say Goodbye. Goodbye to our loved ones taken too soon. Taken in that bright Tuesday morning All before noon. Husbands ,wives ,fathers, mothers, daughters and sons , Taken from us for no wrong they had done. We gather here to honor these souls, Taken from us and robbed the privilege To grow...

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A future world rule by Trillionaires and Billionaires Each country with segments of puppet regime governments, With exceptions of course, The drug lords the cartel those with the power And the glory to hold what they consider theirs, They will be the enemy, and will be a constant Thorn in the side of the establishment. A world where every citizen registered At birth...

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?Twenty-Twenty-Two skidoo your year is through we’ve had too much of you. Supply chain Ukraine Insane And one needn’t be clairvoyant to know despite vaccines bivalent Covid is here to stay. Mask-up. Climate overheating sea levels rising yet Buffalo freezing perhaps the Bills will win Superbowl LVII in MMXXIII Twenty-Twenty-Two skidoo your year is through we’ve had too much of you. I classified this as free verse but there should be a category for doggerel...

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Four Billion years or thereabouts Earth has orbited its appointed place Slowly and surely developing into A safe and hospitable living space What a strange year this has been Year Two Thousand and Twenty Two You seem to have bern so long passing And I’m so glad to see the back of you. A year of invasion and Warfare Of bullies flexing their...

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November second two thousand twenty two... abuzz with Autumnal thrum Approximately six weeks since August sum er re: lazy dog days witnessed lolling about sipping cocktails, whose primary ingredient rum pulled and sated esophageal tract nsync with thirstily quaffing Slivovitz plum wine to experience becoming comfortably numb inebriate of air also suffused mine being keeping yours truly mum envious fauna simply exist...

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Twenty-two Swans Line the runway. This years rookies Practice take offs and landings. A rapid splash dance Followed by the whirring sound Of fiercely powerful wings. They will be gone soon Leaving the pond to its ice. Twenty-two Swans Check out time is half October. John G. Lawless ©10/6/2022...

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April Twenty-third Twenty-two (Happy Birthday to Barb) By Franklin Price 04/23/2022 Happy Birthday Barbara You will always be my wife You are watching me from heaven Where you spend eternal life Jesus has his arms around you Giving you his love and care I hold you dear within my heart Each and every beat I share The gifts I give to you this year Are our...

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Two Thousand Twenty-two By Franklin Price 03/05/2022 As the year was turning over, from two thousand one to two, God was watching down from Glory, knowing what he had to do. You had fought the cancer valiantly, since the decade had begun. It had taken 'way your joy for life. It had taken 'way your sun. You could not walk without assistance....

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January Eighteenth, Two Thousand Twenty-two (To Barbara, with love) By Franklin Price 02/26/2022 January eighteenth, two thousand twenty-two God looked down from Glory, and he came here after you He had seen that you were suffering; did not need to any more. He took all your pain away, and opened heaven's door. I could not go along with you. He said He...

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Awaken The morning hastens ...

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For a mere twenty-two dollars you can buy one of these. I turn to see decapitated doll heads; some have blood dripping from them. They have cacti and other plants growing out of their hollowed-out heads. I can barely believe my luck. Only twenty-two dollars?...

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August 13th, 2021 – twenty two years since... Wicked bad designed day poem originally crafted then alternately titled for no particular rhyme nor reason: courtesy Doctor Donald Dossey who coined paraskevidekatriaphobia. August thirteenth nineteen hundred and ninety nine forever etched in the annals of my personal infamy as one still sending hair raising shivers down my spine which following...

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You gotta try if you want to be set free; If you want to fly? You’ve got to believe....

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Another year has turned, And the future is now a concern, Both of you Are travelling through, Year number twenty-two With no regret I shall bet That it will not be something to forget Success is in your minds, And that should be not denied, Let the deuces be...

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I have six thousand and twenty-two excuses. I have used the cows in the road one more than sixty eight times. I love that one, because people tend to believe it. It is usually a lie, which makes it even sweeter for some odd reason. The homework fell into the snow and the ink smeared is passable. Not my best,...

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