Best Echelons Poems

This is me, no airs, pretensions, nor put-ons
Take me, squeeze me, slather my upper echelons 
May detect a wee whimper
Now here comes the clincher
Will sing Portugal's national anthem with timbre...

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This is me, no pretensions, or put-ons
Take me, squeeze me, slather my lower echelons 
May detect a wee whimper
Now here comes the clincher
Will sing our national anthem with timbre...

Continue reading...

This is me, no airs, pretensions, nor put-ons
Take me, squeeze me, slather my upper echelons 
May detect a wee whimper
Now here comes the clincher
Will sing Portugal's national anthem with timbre...

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I
Old blood…
Old money…
Old power...
Rule the city shadowed in pale mist
Of a winter storm.
I watch as the city emerges like 
a phantom from a white cloud.
I see the echelons of its empire...
I feel the rot at its foundation's Tangled root..
Old blood of ancient generation's
Greed and corruption...

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