Bulwarks Poems - Poems about Bulwarks

...jampacked city streets that jangled and banged in the raucous jarring day shifted from business to boogaloo squeezing into moonlight party lights gin and lime-kissed gimlet sequined dress st......Read the rest...

...Reaping short terms benefits... before marital savings bond matured as a then quinquagenarian. Courtesy gerontologists medical practitioners allowing, enabling, and providing the elderly pop......Read the rest...

...Ghostly spirits from deadly arsenal spell haunting annihilation With mighty mouse and Hercules height tried to retrieve sanity spread loose; a faded unpleasant memory - even enlisting decades ......Read the rest...

...The campaign … was over - he, the last left alive on the field of battle, and barely, at that … his men had fought valiantly - the odds were never theirs, yet he was content in their efforts, ......Read the rest...

...Stare all over, O World, you scarcely utter. Bear stalwart angels to arise over the air tugger. Odoriferous water may abscond the realm of prosily. Such as the Goddess of Heaven per......Read the rest...

...Here’s a twain of siblings so delicate— The tenor and its weary vehicle, Similar are, nor yet so disparate O lady, art not thou so fickle? In seeming sameness struts lady contrast, Harmony j......Read the rest...

...THE RUIN an Old English poem about fate & destiny modern English translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch well-hewn was this wall-stone, till Wyrdes wrecked it and the Colossus sagged in......Read the rest...

...Up in Smoke With Satan's Folk! Our Nation, State, burns up in smoke; it’s rape and pillage time! As Satan’s folk trash social bulwarks, ‘brotherhood’s a crime.’ God’s nai......Read the rest...

...How can the possible death of the planet not be a concern to Conservatives claiming that they’re conservationists, party of Lincoln (who died in pursuit of the freedom of slaves) now claims racis......Read the rest...

...Fastidious gildings must dot your mien: Sizzling lips that ooze unbridled charm, And a neck sleekest with angelic luster To daze the eye and sun a smitten arm. Still deeper graces beyond corpo......Read the rest...

...Poetry IS the Mother of ALL art. The completion and the part. A private punchline-divine. Be it the fruit or be it the vine. It is The IS, sometimes the Music, sometimes the Muse for us. The us......Read the rest...

...Deer do frolic: How they run and laugh and play Birds chirp sweetly, soaring on a gentle breeze Rabbits scoot and scamper, in their puckish way The sunlight shoots through branches of tall trees......Read the rest...

...This Bard Doth Drink From The Same Well As Thee... Everybody sharing planet Earth means, they moost breathe the same befouled air encircling the webbed material, physical, and t......Read the rest...

...A friend asked this simple?? question, which provoked this universal answer session. Why wake and get out of bed each morn? My goddess!! I adore each fresh dawn. For starters - there's life,......Read the rest...

...Historically accurate, narrative poem 25 June, 1876 - Valley of the Little Bighorn Nothing stirs this June night, not a summer’s breeze or a breath of life. All is eerily quiet, and on yonder ......Read the rest...