Best Luxembourg Poems

Alone, in Paris
The flowers sing
Le jardin du Luxembourg
I look at all the pretty ladies
Which one of them pray tell 
Is you
The one who wishes for...

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Our fig in January, entirely denuded now
like my heart in your absence, is but
more beautiful, if possible, in its seasonal
solemnity than in summer's exacting extravagance.
The...

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The Hacker


Vodka
Used Dells and HP notebooks
Routers and switches
Gateways and sniffers
Kvm boxes and multi real-time data shows

My booty is plenty
No one knows the white mask of...

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When one makes viable peace 
Between erstwhile colonial whites 
And erstwhile colonized blacks 
To the advantage of the whites
We urge for a Nobel Peace Prize
Such...

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I wandered, lost in the labyrinth of love
The right bank of the seine sang so clearly
That I was for sure walking with nothing Left
Nothing on...

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Evening found me sitting in the kitchen, feeling down,
my parents and my elder brothers all out on the town.,
leaving me to babysit, a dull end...

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Remember how the
morning was warm with
its first hint of spring

Under the sky unusually clear
our smiles were wandering
through streets with coffee scent
uplifting the mood and the...

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A seagull's cry cuts across Her view,
riding a thermal rising offshore.
And an ocean ripe with primal smells,
splashes salty brine upon Her core.

She stands in solitude,...

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Your fig tree in January, denuded now
is more stately, if possible, in its stark seasonal
solemnity than in summer's exacting extravagance.
Its trunk, massive in manhood, is...

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Mr. Juncker's Continental System

Cohorts of Luxembourg, arise!
Keep the Russians from the Rhiine.
Hosts of Luxembourg, en garde,
Confine the British to the brine.
"We'll do without America,"
says Merkel...

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A swinging sixties chick was I dressed head to toe in Biba
Miniskirts my mother loathed and free love too, so I was told
Music of choice...

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Let me tell you about this girl, 
this girl from Luxembourg who live in the middle of nowhere.
Hair in a bun, golden blonde.
Her smile shines...

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The night was not so silent, not for the soldiers at Bastogne.
'T was just before Christmas when they had to fight surrounded and alone.
"The crossroads...

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THEIR ELOQUENCE IS UNMATCHED, THEIR INTELLECT SECOND TO NONE 
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The tightening of a hangman's noose here in Bolehland gets underway....
Little by little the prosecuting team...

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LORD, I humbly greet You, return to my prayer list from near LESOTHO
Adoration is the FIRST STEP in prayer (That's how I begin) using A-C-T-S
The...

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