Best Sone Poems

Vaccine Maia

Oh, joy, the magic, potion is here!
To be injected in the arm, not my
derrière!

I am no fool to buy like eternal swishing via a...

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Think globally, act locally,
The desert shall rejoice
And blossom as rose,
Man has been endowed with reason
With the power to create
So that he can add to what...

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(Dedicated to the memory of my mother Catherine who died June 3, 2011 and was 
buried June 24, 2011)


Sleep. Wake. Sleep
Sleep on empty stomach
Food and...

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When they joined sone were sixteen
In the war of 1914 to 18
They were young and gave their life
Some not even able to get a wife

They...

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(Dedicated to the memory of my mother Catherine who died June 3, 2011 and was 
buried June 24, 2011)


Sleep. Wake. Sleep
Sleep on empty stomach
Food and...

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i was on facebook the other day
just to see what was new 
i decided to check under your name
and found out i made a mistake.
i...

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He's a disgrace to the Red Duster someone said:
                ...

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Dream once I saw
Of Jeannie coming raw

Asking for three wishes
As early as asking dishes

I saw list so long
In front not wrong

Decided to ask for three
Me,...

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Sone ka too qatara dhoondhe
Kab tab usako chalaega
Pahaad khodakar jeene vaala
Khud Heera ban jaayega

Dariya kee apanee pahachaan
Ek boond se banata jahaan
Sooraj kee roshanee paakar
Chaand kitana...

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I have listened to,your stories
Heard your talk on Human Rights
It’s warmed the cockles of my heart
On many a Bastion night.
The next time I come across,...

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I stood across from the small dilapidated
 house and let the memories crash into my soul
The dark nights alone, the beatings from the cold hand...

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Alexandra Tolstoy, lost it all, the bamks just
Threw her to the wall, held her funds
Locked her out, her fault? 
Her Russian husbannd no doubt.!
Although he'd...

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I pray for the world
I live for my life
I shed tears of love
Knwoing everything will be alright
For these are things that can get me there
A...

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failing health
all by him self
sone look insane
from the legs pain
and other things
THE
MAN ON A CANE...

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The Inland Algarve
 
The landscape so oddly shaped
Had once been a domestic landscape
Walking along narrow cart-wheel
Tracks I often come across the remnant
Of dwellings that once...

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