Burgle Poems - Poems about Burgle

...I have a wife, a son and two granddaughters, I have nightmares. A 'having' cannot be held onto, a Keep, a Fast, a Hold, all are synonyms for a fortress.... my aspirations crumble like ancient wa......

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... Blurry eye balls - up to it close. Right there clinging on the screen door swinging. Mantis, a big bug come to mind-prey, or are you praying to come inside? A plus size Insectivore at my......

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...I am a door; I open and close. I go hither, I depart to enter. One world is an umbrella for another. I slam, I click quietly, secretly, if you see me on one side you'll find me on some other far......

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...There are people, with lots of money who want more and more and will deceive and lie, to have their way There are people, with not much money who want more and more and will burgle and rob, to......

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...The rich want, more money and power so they deceive and lie, to have their way The poor want, more food and health so they burgle and rob, to have their way......

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...A full-gorged moon opens its illumined glare. Ghost lights flood the dens, burrows and nests of all creatures, a limpid dementia swirls blood-red clouds in predatory eyes. it enters be......

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...In sandy Egypt lived three men In ancient days when pharaohs reigned The kingdom of the pyramids, Osiris and that Isis’ den, Whom everyone worships and heeds, Or at least doing so they feigned, ......

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...It's 4:30am and I can't sleep, the sheep leap and lay in a heap, told me they're tired and got shut eye, even my own mind has shunned I, lets just freestyle this rhyme and see where it goes, it ......

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...Everywhere we were, we were in the mood of seeking eyrie At times, life’s roses and prickles prerequisite no banana The forest accommodates amazing trees and flowers pulpit In the sun, the minds a......

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...Poverty is not a slogan It is a reality in our organ Though for time immemorial it had begun it is not to be treated as bygone When in situational Poverty There will be absence of property Ma......

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...Sometimes trees’ green fingers Stand still like reposing harbingers Of hope and despair; they meditate On our ignorance of them who medicate Us when diseases burgle into our souls Taking us unawares ......

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