Best Satins Poems

I want so bad in Casarah’s pants
She said I had to offer up some romance
Off we went to a local dance
I bought her a flower,...

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Sleepwalker


And in the darkest sweeping wings is held all probable
The night of dreamings; wished embraces of gossamer senses ponder miracles 
And leave their mark; ever...

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Everywhere I look, everywhere I turned
I see what he took in what I have learned
No segment neglected no group denied
God's glory's deflected by satins ...

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yall devilish creatures tried to take away my family
My family is my world 
let me take yall 
back in time 
were creatures of my 
land...

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I have tried to love
I have tried to befriend
But I have not recived a blessing from above
They have cursed my soul
My heart roars with the...

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I still miss her mystery, mornings 
when I'd wake beside her and 
nuzzle her nape, hear her 
breathing so softly, so sleek under 
satins that...

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The Fifties...Music

The music of the fifties…well, what can I say…
was heaven here on earth compared with that today.
Romantic, lovely sentiments of heart and soul,
with poems...

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Years of friendship now comes to close 
As wooden box enclaves your bones
I incant the dirge picked just for you
Through vaulted halls soft notes flew
White...

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Next to each other on a fabric of satin-
I'm floating on air with the richness of sin  
Grappling yarns with our version of Latin...

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This man o' war,
comandeered!
By men to be feared,
the likes you never saw

The hunt for gold doubloon
in the Spanish Main
Must end soon,
the buccaneers getting restless again

To...

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3rd march 2012,malvan.

 Waves diffuse themselves on sandy shores repeat,
Like fresh feelings in young lover’s kiss, their pristine emotions upbeat.
Youthful hearts pant and gasp, volcanic...

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They ply themselves to sculpting,
designer gowns, Delmonicos, 
those crafty artistes, tasting, trimming.

Excesses to delight the senses,
silks and satins, sauces bearnaise
distinguished by their excellence.

Haute couture or...

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The Freedom song
We finally wake from masked confusion
and realise the vast illusion
vanities, egos and promotions
caused wasteful carnage and sad emotions
the world was cleansed with artificial...

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ON THE GLORY OF HER SEX, MRS. MARY BLAIZE 

Good people all, with one accord, 
    Lament for Madam Blaize, 
Who never...

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A ghostly fog dissipates with dawn's first light,
         yet a glaze of morning dew lingers.
  ...

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