Chant Poems - Poems about Chant

Mono Aluminum Pijin they called him. A rascal and a sailor. He buys beef jerky by the bucket. He shaved his beard with a hand carved whale bone. They roll the flanks of mutton in braided lamb chitterlings, and roast them fair and square. The sauce is sweet nuff for dipping. As He crosses his...

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Mono Aluminum Pijin they called him. A rascal and a sailor. He buys beef jerky by the bucket. He shaved his beard with a hand carved whale bone. They roll the flanks of mutton in braided lamb chitterlings, and roast them fair and square. The sauce is sweet nuff for dipping. As He crosses his...

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it takes a fox to catch a fox so tell herod that hillter is dead Geof Guthner a proud futher more a seduction of the haraalot purple is the platform as they fuel up nomitated me to s[peak up as they sneak by i reach for a sylobol reacher has a quill in his hand the pen is mightier than...

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There is a hut, I'm riding on a rut, I hope it does not rust, I don't need to be hasty, Where things can in a hurry, I am a bit blurry, I made it on the top of a cherry, You don't need to feel sorry, I saw something shiny, Soon, it will be rainy, I hope it is sunny, Until the water stream is...

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A conglumalate of comapnies gathered together to Unite under one banner. The sorted the talents, and ranked : reranked several Pro Grapplers.both in Kayfade and for-reallie-dough! They excluded the Juggernaut. The one the World might envy. But the saw fit to advertise in markets where they are sucluded and often riciculded. A straight forward Sports Genred Event. Was advertsied. The Caption said...

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I 'am dead inside. Each new day I feel another part of me die.  IT's like a withering old house. You thought it'd be a good idea then you realized the work and just left it.  Years later you return and find holes, vines all up the house, so much that you can barely see...

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I catered to the sudden hints of memories the sullen notion that thought had occurred somewhere during the balance of quiet emotions I'd remembered traces of heaven that bestowed a calmness reaching over the crowded thinking why I'd even began to whisper beyond what was to become after withering mental cavities an yet the mere...

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TIS thine bottled tat's tasked whence be thine edge Be naught in wallows dew supine vogue cast Youth triumphed hour as a young promised fledge Barkeeper, be thoust days numbered--till asked All stand 'tis proper thine talents measure Skills they'd be lest your count talents pleasure The mark of pride gallant's ships, tally ho Unleashed to the wiles of thine girth proved...

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The outward action received as red cardinals emerges singing on top of the bird bath releasing heavenly tunes while the four of clock flowers began to open as the church bell chime just in time for mass the holy spirit lands deep inside my heart my spirit soars opening the church doors only God knows...

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The summer wind took us both by surprise capturing my smile as my dress blew in the breeze with such a floral ease my heart panted as we walked upon the shore laughing forevermore tomorrow may never come after all holding on to this presence embrace hush while exploring this warm evening rush catering to...

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In the hallowed halls of healing, dreams were once sown, A path chosen by duty, not a path of our own. Driven by a mother's wish, I stepped in that domain, A journey prescribed, a white coat, a stethoscope's refrain. Yet, one day I diverged, took a different trail, Ventured into markets where fortunes set sail. Risky waters of finance, lessons...

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A letter to Sweden Every year, I say, Come August, I will travel to Sweden but when I go to buy a ticket, the price has gone up and I decide to wait until next year. Once, I met a girl in Stockholm who spoke a beautiful Swedish, it was clear the Swedish language is as beautiful as the Italian...

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We need our "Eyeglasses",or we must learn to function in "Darkness"if necessary,and that is not liked,but can be adjusted to so that we can continue through faith to do what we need to do!"Some Doctors must do that too! They say that "The Eyes"are "The Windows To The Soul: Look in "My Eyes":What do you...

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The Parrot The bird in the cage has featherless wings folded to the naked body like squeaking scissors I'm 89 today let, me out of this bloody cage! Its owner is hard of hearing, is the widow of a war veteran, I think the First World War She tells everyone she meets, 8 million horses and 12 million donkeys were killed...

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Two people and a dream It is easy to start a war, send up a rocket, and get one in return and spiteful words lead to hatred of the sort the consumes the soul and reason disappears in the fog of odium that can only end in the slaughter of a nation The military invasion of...

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