Best Lire Poems

There are things, Gaëlle, that are pretty good
Say hello to her mom every day,
Say hello to the nice weather vane,
Listen to the trains in the countryside,

There are things Gaëlle, that are so nice
Photograph the Statue of Liberty,
Caressing the cat on his white armchair,
Give a kiss...

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Trying not to surcum to her feminine charm
As she just fills you with a false sense of belief
Though lustful eyes when she grabs your arm
It is only then do you see her fangg liked teeth

To her though your weakness is your vonrability
But she dose quite...

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UNQUOTABLE QUOTES: XLV - Tongue teasing epigrams

A stitch in time can save an arranged marriage and stave off a family feud, not to mention everlasting vendettas.
Still waters run deep in sleep.
When the hens begin to crow, the cocks don’t grow.
A whipped dog bites not the...

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Be real with me 
Who will be real with me 
She is a false pretender 
Says she can't remember 
The things we did together 
Such a big lire 
She can't be real with me 
Be real with me 
My life is more than my age...

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To take a stand and to defend it
A broken vow and try to mend it
A learning line and try to curve it
To beef it up and try to serve it

To fashion out of nothing
So gracefully and grand
Ever surging stream of lire
Flowing from the hand

Appealing thoughts
As...

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O my beloved, I hear you in my grave.
R omantic notes from thy lire trickle through
P proud rock now hollow from thy magic.
H owI long to feel thy hand on my cold breast.
E ven as I speak, they plot to kill you.
U tree envy of...

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C'est mon dernier cadeau
Je n'ai plus rien d'autre a t'offrir
Ces quelques mots
Sont tout ce que j'ai encore a dire

J'aurai aime que ca se termine autrement
Mais je crois que ce n'est plus faisable
Maintenant je n'ai plus qua laisser place au temps
Car pour moi ce n'était plus...

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Giovanni didn't trust Michelangelo,
He'd heard that for guys he was hot.
But for minimum pay of a florin* a day,
He was willing to give it a shot.
As soon as they started the session,
Gio's senses said something was wrong.
Mickey couldn't decide how to pose him--
Wearing armor, a...

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Hence we see.
Voir de lire.
What is the sky, blue, black?
I dream forecasts.
The dream of forecasts.
I breath intensely
We see the lord.
Standing in this white ribbon.
He swirls like an angel.
But we remember he is the Lord.
Bredrin' 2015.
I come from religious times.
Neuro-linguistic dizziness.
I breath chocolate paste.
Embace the lord....

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MIDNIGHT DATE AT HARRY'S -- June 1962
I know you're laughing.
Sittin there on that strait back chair
laughing laughing laughing.
Hey! Psssstttt....Maria....
you wanta see some dirty postcards?
Maria Mia when did you move to Italy?
What's it gonna be, he or me?
I seen you down to the market square
lookin like...

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Robert browning and Me (2)

Where was I with that book on Artemisia?
No Internet or Amazon back then,
So I got busy trudging round – then busier.
No joy. “American?  We’ll call you when …”
“Import it from the States, you say?  (sigh)  “Sorry …”
That book...

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To think this girl someone I used to admire
      I ask was it not obvious or was I just lame?
       Little did I know she'd turn out to be a lire
   ...

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Hearts are Arts
For He-arts and s-he-arts
Beating to the rhythm of life, 
Rhyming in pumps, full of lire.

Arts have heArts
For where is the life
In art without hearts
Speaking directly to the soul? 

The rhythm would be lost
In those running lines,
Rhymes would hold no sway
If Arts have no...

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Our ritual tree for transcendence doth aspire 
A garnished trinket our crest will require
A fabricated mold with polished attire
A gleaming sentinel; a burnished squire
A sacral vestement on evergreen spire
With gilded insignia from divine shire
An angelic emanation descended from heavenly choir
Who heralds glad tidings on his mercantile...

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Sometimes writing poetry is my mistake,
Better to embark on a large cargo ship,
Which will take you to Tahiti or Honolulu,
Better give candy to a blue-eyed schoolgirl,

Sometimes writing poetry is my mistake,
Better to cook a chicken with lime,
Better to read the confessions of Saint Augustine
Or spend...

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