"downand" poems - Hello Poetry

my bampa was a minergrafting down a piti recall his chesty cough black lumps in his spitdust of death for pittancelined a throat so dry filthy lungs but clean heartwith love you cannot buytwelve hours down a holetin tub for a bathprepared with love and care nan placed by the hearthbraving winds and weatherto reach the outside loousing daily newspaperto wipe away the pooso sometimes when i'm downand life gets on my **** remember bampa's life...andwhere he worked, washed, and ****

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Feb 27, 2010

Feb 27, 2010 at 1:17 AM UTC

ioan-pearce

bampa

my bampa was a minergrafting down a piti recall his chesty cough black lumps in his spitdust of death for pittancelined a throat so dry filthy lungs but clean heartwith love you cannot buytwelve hours down a holetin tub for a bathprepared with love and care nan placed by the hearthbraving winds and weatherto reach the outside loousing daily newspaperto wipe away the pooso sometimes when i'm downand life gets on my **** remember bampa's life...andwhere he worked, washed, and ****

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His Angel came flying downand landed right in front of me He put his arms around me he looked DEEP into my eyes and he said "I am leaving you, I hope the lessons of our past lives can sustain you" through the coming tough times.And just with that my Angel flew up up above and he disapeared. ~ ~All Rights Reserved.~

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Aug 2, 2018

Aug 2, 2018 at 2:51 AM UTC

karijinbba

Return my Angel to me

His Angel came flying downand landed right in front of me He put his arms around me he looked DEEP into my eyes and he said "I am leaving you, I hope the lessons of our past lives can sustain you" through the coming tough times.And just with that my Angel flew up up above and he disapeared. ~ ~All Rights Reserved.~

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You get to the pointto where you stub your toeagainst the dining room tableand it hurts like hellbut when you look downand wiggle your toenothing's bleedingor permanently brokenand you keep walking'cause you'd ratherjust get your glass of waterand go back to sleepinstead of wasting timebitching about the unbroken toe'cause sleep is more importantthan some trivial hurtthat goes away,come morning.

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Feb 24, 2010

Feb 24, 2010 at 10:31 PM UTC

gerardo-sandiego

in the middle of the night

You get to the pointto where you stub your toeagainst the dining room tableand it hurts like hellbut when you look downand wiggle your toenothing's bleedingor permanently brokenand you keep walking'cause you'd ratherjust get your glass of waterand go back to sleepinstead of wasting timebitching about the unbroken toe'cause sleep is more importantthan some trivial hurtthat goes away,come morning.

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