Best Nez Poems

Pince- Nez....I asked ,whats that? Eyeglasses ,he proposed..For your nose.  They
have no handles. For a lads,I asked? Or for  lasses?  He answered....

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O' Salty tear, a mere clear drop that you are
You've emerged for a million different reasons
many of which only the shedder knows
for you've emerged in...

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"Oh, hear me chiefs, for I am tired and with a sick and sad heart, and from where the sun now stands I will fight...

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Christ!
A warparty of 60 Shoshone warriors has just stampeded into the meadow
faces painted red and white for blood and death, all sorts of strange designs,
bows...

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The Nez Perce Indians who lead lean lives on these knolls and river brooks
have a style of soul that sneaks into the songs of the...

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We briefly meet the Mandan Chief Big White
in the village center where the animals are sacraficed,
couples wed, and disputes are dealt with,
he is a massive,...

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All we eat is elk meat, boiled elk, roasted elk, elk jerky
sometimes fried elk if we get bear or whale oil,
oh, and sometimes elk soup,
for...

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Gangster
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire

Shooty shooty bang bang ####
Dark alley
" siete sulla mia terra ? .. 
* o ouais vous êtes une star .. bastard !
" andando a...

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A failed American promise,
  Of freedom filled with hope.
To return to his homeland,
  Was the center of his scope.

A peaceful Idaho Nation,
 ...

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With our Shoshone friends and escorts we are headed to the Nez Perce Trail,
an ancient path that joins the West to East, its late August
the...

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Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego:
These may not be three names you know,
But have a seat and I will tell
How they survived a fiery hell
As servants of their...

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something we said so many times before
a crack in the door
a bit of a poet in all of us
red dust
sunset can’t catch
little bits o’memories
tickles under...

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something we said so many times before
a crack in the door
a bit of a poet in all of us
red dust
sunset can’t catch
little bits o’memories
tickles under...

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Part Two

A Prince may not bring dishonour to his kingdom
   In times of strive for the sake of Christendom;
If he seeks spurious honours...

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CAROL THE QUEEN OF XYZ



                Carol was a  crunchy...

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