"yeager" poems - Hello Poetry

Heard a hip-hop anthem today BOSS “Michelle Obama… purse so heavy… getting Oprah dollars…” A rhythmic dance beat spelling out Confidence And Respect A baller banner of pride Flung to the ceiling, waving Women’s independence Black women’s power I see it… But Is an album adorned with 5 sultry females Clad only in a man’s shirt and high heels Singing show me the money Sold to the club scene to inspire ***** shaking And Yeager bomb throwing So we forget the work week challenges Relationship pains And Embrace vicariously our entitlements HELPFUL?

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Aug 11, 2014

Aug 11, 2014 at 3:02 PM UTC

kim-e-williams

BOSS NOT

Heard a hip-hop anthem today BOSS “Michelle Obama… purse so heavy… getting Oprah dollars…” A rhythmic dance beat spelling out Confidence And Respect A baller banner of pride Flung to the ceiling, waving Women’s independence Black women’s power I see it… But Is an album adorned with 5 sultry females Clad only in a man’s shirt and high heels Singing show me the money Sold to the club scene to inspire ***** shaking And Yeager bomb throwing So we forget the work week challenges Relationship pains And Embrace vicariously our entitlements HELPFUL?

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I had my first legal bar experience last night. I went to Kildaire's Irish Pub in West Chester, and it was definitely a low key night, which I liked a lot, because I'm no drinker. Started it off with a Vegas bomb, then a Yeager bomb, three red-headed ***** some Soco and lime, two green tea shots, and ended my drinks with a bud light. I made it out of the bar without puking, which completely surprised me... The most powerful movement I felt though was through the karaoke machine, There was a marvelous energy booming through the bar, whether the singer was good or terrible everybody enjoyed. It made me realize that I want to try something with my poetry... Spoken Word. Thank you God!

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Oct 15, 2012

Oct 15, 2012 at 10:28 AM UTC

james-ellis

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I had my first legal bar experience last night. I went to Kildaire's Irish Pub in West Chester, and it was definitely a low key night, which I liked a lot, because I'm no drinker. Started it off with a Vegas bomb, then a Yeager bomb, three red-headed ***** some Soco and lime, two green tea shots, and ended my drinks with a bud light. I made it out of the bar without puking, which completely surprised me... The most powerful movement I felt though was through the karaoke machine, There was a marvelous energy booming through the bar, whether the singer was good or terrible everybody enjoyed. It made me realize that I want to try something with my poetry... Spoken Word. Thank you God!

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Keep Being A mouthed chord Knuckle's Brace Acute angles, hoping to feel safe Knots Bring Anguish to a man with no patience Knit Better Antlers if you want to survive in the wild Kings Bombed Acceptance eager to heap on seconds, thirds Knees Borrow Answers when shaved, scratched stiff Knock Bravery Around and it will spin, dizzy and sick Know Broken Angel's and in time jazz will sound like warm Yeager poured over January ice

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May 25, 2012

May 25, 2012 at 12:07 AM UTC

megan-hundley

K.B.A

Keep Being A mouthed chord Knuckle's Brace Acute angles, hoping to feel safe Knots Bring Anguish to a man with no patience Knit Better Antlers if you want to survive in the wild Kings Bombed Acceptance eager to heap on seconds, thirds Knees Borrow Answers when shaved, scratched stiff Knock Bravery Around and it will spin, dizzy and sick Know Broken Angel's and in time jazz will sound like warm Yeager poured over January ice

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