Abc Poems | Abc Examples

80 years ago I was a toddler when the British bombers tried to find the airport, they didn't but dropped bombed on the town of Stavanger instead I was sent to a farm that happened to be next door to a German camp near where the Russian  prisoner lived The German soldier let me sit on their gigantic and feed scraps to the...

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The Problem of Europe.   Christianity is a rising mist I normally do not bother to think of I dislike all religions as ill omens told fairytales demanding to be taken seriously.   The worship of Jesus could have been a friendly affair bewildered vicars talking about peace and thanking the ladies for the beautiful flowers.   Until one remembers the Bush and Blair...

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Easter Reading In Lima – Peru- a hippo was pulling the tram car with its best friend, a water buffalo. They had ended up here, far from Africa, after the great flood ebbed and had been blessed with eternal life, only being mere animals, they didn´t know this. In Lima, no one made a big issue...

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the bridge In the middle of the bridge, we leaned on its railing and looked into the slimy, green, and slow running stream. Its bank, decorated with plastic bottles, used condoms, a long-since-dead dog, yet grinning as recalling a filthy joke and a three-month-old abortion, half eaten by discerning water rats. Over this beauty of decay hung...

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Jo Dil Me Hai Unhe Dil Me Hi Rehne Diya Jaaye To Zahoor Hai. "Jo dil mein hain unhein dil mein hi rehne diya jaaye toh Zahoor hai. Dil se aage gaye toh fasaad hi hona hai. Jo kehna hai, ishaaron mein kaho, Zubaan khuli toh, malaal hi hona hai. Dil mein hai woh aapke, Toh dil mein hi rakhiyen na, yun...

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Are wars as natural as forest fires? The world is a restless war between India and Pakistan's armies are ready and eager to fight as usual, the people are ill-informed  Israel has a problem; people are in an uproar  the way the sitting regime mishandle  the constant warfare, there might be a civil war the USA, that believes in an uni-polar world ...

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Misty Day Glancing out of the window, I see the potted plant on the sill and the house on the other side of the road, the light is fading, and the plant looks as sad as a whitewashed wall in the rain whiteness is an illusion caused by the sun. Mist of grief encircles olive trees, are...

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The lonely heart This loneliness is eating me up we are miserable in different rooms  words have been spoken over and over again what more is there to say other than platitudes  When sex died, our love died too The only thing we have in common is the fear of being alone  At night, I sneak into her bedroom to see if she...

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overcast I like rain, not angry rain with an attitude neglected by the mother cloud and take revenge for its misbegotten infancy  lashing those who sought peace and the promise of forever, with ice blasts   soft rain that feels like a caress, a day in June  Drips from my blue umbrella feel like kisses from a long-time lover  ...

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overcast I like rain, not angry rain with an attitude neglected by the mother cloud and take revenge for its misbegotten infancy  Lashing those who sought peace and the promise of forever, with ice blasts   soft rain that feels like a cares, a day in June  Drips from my blue umbrella feel like kisses from a long-time lover  ...

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The Dancer At fifteen, he was a dancer with a  slim body and narrow hips, after school he walked to  the dance studio where he was welcome and danced as long as he could other boys bullied him and said he was girlish, but the girls liked him because of him the felt save  On and on he danced, the press wrote  about this...

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poet at the factory It had been a long day at the factory but when there was a break, he jotted down a few words and during the day, it became a poem- he always had a pen and block ready, words were so flighty he may forget what he wanted to write if he waited too long. Coming home and...

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Candlelight and Romance Suddenly, Portugal was flung into darkness electricity stopped, and nothing functioned anymore, credit cards were useless and those types of cards were the norm as people carried little cash in their wallets  the day was wounded, walked unsteadily towards evening, few had thought of buying candles, the town of Cascais was fearful and quiet  Having lived for many years in the outer corners...

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A great day Despite financial problems, the May morning was too beautiful to behold the leaves on the tree on the Avenida was deep green, the flowers  planted around was red and blue The place was quiet in a good way worker slept late on their day, working for others, low pay takes a heavy toll, but this one day was theirs free of the burden...

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The God Thing I often think of God, but Morgan Freeman`s face gets in the way So, now we know God is a handsome actor looking godlike and that is Ok, if he had looked Chinese, I might have objected Death is a conundrum; We accept the physical death but the problem Is what is happening to our thoughts from experience? After...

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