Attica Poems - Poems about Attica

...“But, for my own part, it was Greek to me” Julius Ceasar Act 1 scene 2 by Shakespeare trying to study the language of ancient Attica is like studying all the rules in ma......

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...Serpico limit tree eye a passing passerby with tulips that fly into the eye we shall see burning with fire a gun for hire Serpico as Al Pacino go with the flow came out years ago carry ......

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...Of the orb I speak in awe Of the Moon with its slender claw Finite in size, elysian in presence, there to watch Crop the doubt, step up a notch As is he - facile princeps - a sublunary prince, D......

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... From sea to shining sea, ‘Merica ain’t never been nothin’ but a prison for angry black boys like me Childish rage moved my hands, hateful oppression reaction expression made me fee......

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...The soul is dead in passing The spirit lost its belonging Running out of Ancestors peripherals Last breath of thee, a gasp Trees are throwing out branches Thinking of a single brain Diam......

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...A Man Now that im older I catch myself reflecting on the things I do, my father use to do when he’s stressing; once he bit his lip and his eyes twitched,then you were in ****, I saw him shoot the ......

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...The raptors, the vultures, the scavengers, They circle the sky in search of meat. The carcasses of the fatalities of plague Lay outstretched on the hills of Attica. Those that chose not to abstai......

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...Having my own Georgetown street; while walking within it's sunrise's Shade somewhat quiet today this Memorial weekend: a slight cool breeze Wisking us away as passing Victorian's once upon a time's ......

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...Lying in an augur's aviary.. Reneging on my virtues,so credulous.. The feying fay being taken to bury, I see things called ambigous. Slowly fading odour of scantity.. In Attica, end of aug......

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...Oh, Parthenon,* Sublime aesthetic structure, Embodiment of unparalleled elegance, Incarnation of history, philosophy, and sciences, Everlasting beacon of human civilization, Glorification of a......

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...Hello darkness, my old friend Just when my heart is on the mend I realize I’ve built walls And no one listens to my calls When times get rough And friends just can’t be found Walls close......

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...Mother England surrogated me And O her white breast was sweet Honey on my tongue muting misery While banana trash tied my feet She stripped me naked in her bed No culture clothe me from winter......

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...Up until I found That love card.. not meant for me... That was the moment... I began to see... 16 years of marriage, and I never got a card, Now one I stumbled upon Hidden below some clothes ......

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