Best Plebeian Poems

I'm Joe,
your average Joe,
I find contentment,
in folding clothes,
I use a tissue,
to blow my nose,
of course I pick it, 
when I'm alone.

I have a wife,
and kids...

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Tried and tested by a virus, novel
I sit by the hearth of my lowly hovel
Taxed some more, without relief
Our kings, of their infallibility, grow in...

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Idle hands scorching a trail
Through the Capitol
Closed mouths and hearts turn daggers
Biting our own tongues

And the streets are red rivers 
Through which they drive
golden chariots...

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Standing in the wings, on the periphery

of her cultivated world, inhibited only by

station and space, my head slowly spins

into her orbit, my eye lids twitter...

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Joan was a girl who has the appearance of a boy.  She was born in Domrecy of France into the peasant family of Jacques
d'...

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abstract endings pacified 

  pedestrian beginnings, 

save yourself before

             you're slap-happy,

 choking...

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headland harbored primitive biota abut
mint for exotic sole terrain sustaining 
sole terrain sustaining seeds, spores, spermatozoa, ova 
   seeds, spores, spermatozoa, ova ,...

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A Cry For Justice

Far across the horizon and near in the nooks,
Is a silent scream of the voiceless!
The screeching murmurs of the plebeian in the
sweet...

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Curtain Time
           by Odin Roark


The warnings
The preparation
The moment

Such expectancy
Be it plebeian
Or royal instinct
Openings' glitter
Brings incessant...

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Darkest hour of the night
And Moon it shrivels
Out of sight; clash of steel
Inside his head, a Gladiator
Falls down dead.The victor
Stands behind his shield
And raises sword...

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Okay, for Christy, who I could never refuse;

Do you have to be fat to have a large intestine?

I'm afraid to ask what kind of dance...

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An empty studio:
the man of the passionate handwriting
belts his dog

come my glory, my plebeian bride
hamster bagels

glitter indeed:
meticulously chosen bbq charcoals
as whimsical jewellery

“I’m so on fire...

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The temple of the Muses stands forsaken.
The souls who filled its vast and sumptuous halls
Are scattered thin or by Time’s sickle taken,
For few remain who...

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Love is for the rich or for poor     
            ...

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I long to be the top new-green leaf
on the tallest swaying spring breeze tree
in my florid fragrant late-spring neighborhood.

Not to lord myself
as superior to all...

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