Astor Poems - Poems about Astor

... (A lone voice whispers by candlelight) In a dark dream, Every night In The Great In-Between, Whenever I dream It's always the same I hear you scream "I'm here" In your soft pulsat......

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... "Snapdragons and Dandy Lions - Part 2" The day was cooling down pressing itself close into the amythest and musk pink early eve as the eggshell pale blue sky rolled over into Asto......

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...I hurry blindly along the wall, Feel in the dark, grasp, stumble, and fall. The bird flies into window glass. I circle in restless search. I’m so Tired, but there is a door, I know, And through ......

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...Dedicated to Donald Duck You are greatly admired By the following The deplorables Kellyanne Conway She will con you all the way! Adolph Hitler Joseph Stalin Mussolini Sarah Palin P......

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...(A hullabaloo in hotel Astor) My wife was flat-chested I named her Monotony Went to the hotel Astor with friend Polyphony ......

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...Monday Morning When I opened the kitchen door the fridge had an attack of the shakes then feel into dejected stillness which bayed in my ears. To break this force of nothingness I spoke and sou......

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...Titanic Traveler I’ve a job on the mighty Titanic Rearranging the deck chairs each day If I put them where rich people want them I understand, they’ll gladly pay And then I met John Jacob Astor As h......

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...Home, James By Elton Camp The usual hallmark of the one percent Is that by chauffeured limo they went If Astor, Rockefeller or Vanderbilt You knew they were loaded to the hilt When they......

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...She wore an Armour over her dress to go on and fight in the face of death Joan of Arc is the name of the girl that died at an age of nineteen years old For the chance to make a change... tell me......

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...< Hey Vern ! This is Ernest P Worrell ......

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...Winter on Astor Street The Gold Coast, Chicago Beneath the canopy, a doorman holds a cast-iron door that lets an ancient duchess issue. Swathed in a silver gown she ......

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...In my head, I’m in the library, at a podium, before a microphone, looking out into the faces of a yearning sea of people, knowing they expect a little kindness but mostly, a lot of answers from......

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