Chateaus Poems - Poems about Chateaus

...Winter's Magic 1-8-24 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Winter’s Magic Winter wizard casts cold spells with gusto As torrents of snowstorms dance flamencos Champagne confetti d......

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...Close your eyes and imagine with me Camps, cottages, cabins and trees High in the mountains or beside rolling seas Perhaps it’s chateaus and castles you see Maybe cathedrals grand as they can be ......

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...slate gray day's nocturnal mood souls sensitive often brood upon nature's whimsy, caprice yearnings stillborn know no peace darkness settles in forest, meadows 'pon every plateau ~ dou......

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...Viewing ancient ruins costs lots of dough Get ready to fork it out in the thousands though Viewing the sights An absolute delight Ignore the cost to visit these ancient chateaus......

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...MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE - the Sapsucker When the daylight was done and the set of the sun was aflame and a deep prophesy, I awoke to the spell of what's brewed deep in hell and I drank what gave new l......

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...MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE - the Sapsucker When the daylight was done and the set of the sun was aflame and a deep prophesy, I awoke to the spell of what's brewed deep in hell and I drank what gave new l......

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...Feathers torn from the gaping napes of wind began to dwindle and resist in spite of the gravity crushing tsunami. Trapped in a facade of impersonating flowing rain every feather dived to their u......

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... Continued from Part 1 The forgery of Multitudes between the Silhouettes (and discarded cigarettes, neath the haunted parapets) mock my lonely echoed steps – mock my lonely ......

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...In my green green salad days I roamed in my thoughts over the universe Immersed with the great writings. Then physically exposed to different cultures Meeting people of different sects and creed......

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...I once was an open book, long ago, when naive. Before I learned to really look and motives perceive. But after years of hurting and living life bereaved, I chose to find my private space…happiness......

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