Coffers Poems - Poems about Coffers

...We rise not solely by our own, But by the seeds of grace we've sown— In helping hands and kind replies, In weary smiles and tear-wiped eyes. No throne outshines a servant’s grace, Who bends to......

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... A whispered deal in shadows deep and vast, where hands exchange and loyalties don't last. The paper trails that vanish in the night, a phantom ledger where darkness hides the light. The g......

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...Alexa down! She, the brainchild of Rohit Prasad - India-born person who breathed life into Alexa, and lead technology side of project almost from its inception. Amazon Alexa Echo a marvel o......

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...Avariciousness of King William B was weird The restlessness of his marauders feared His greediness was well-known in his day Many were dead, so he could collect right away His coffers were fill......

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...Sumptuous sensual satin surroundings Treasured plush, palatial, plushy pillows Upholstered sofas, tasseled tapestries Valued prized spoils of war Wealthy coffers of the lucky highborn ......

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... We all willingly give them the power every time we turn-on our TVs and absorb all their well-scripted comments entertained by disguised legalese Then we buy and we use all their products ......

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...I am not your friend, my friend. I see the grease on your hands, dark with the blood of the streets, palms cracked from gripping lies too tight. I am not your ally, chief. Your promises rot in......

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...Cold death it is, descending from the sky, That like a shroud, across the land doth lie. And why need death be cold? Let we this tale unfold. Dire death is no distraction for the best! They ga......

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...I have the wings, but there’s no sky, that’s why, Feathers fall if I fail to fly, that’s why. Will’s there, there’s wish, but not much can be done, Kites idle lie in windless sky, that’s why. ......

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...The Wyrdes were like the Fates, controlling human destinies. The Wanderer ancient Anglo-Saxon poem translation by Michael R. Burch “The one who wanders alone longs for mercy, longs for grace......

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... Let the children not be…. For transient peace to be… In the burrow… Let them not linger in their rooms Doing what they want to… Let them be frayed… Let there be light & enlightenment for all ......

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...The Raven king Called to tea Arrived without a gift Blaming it on the economy he claimed to be short shrift The coffers low he cawed in woe Explaining away his faux pas Yet his diade......

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...A WHISPER IN DEVILS EAR You have missed one, he’s over there Now’s just the right time to approach And a need for flattery, not reproach You surely can clearly see his despair Come on, it’s ......

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... Though I am not of this modern age, Permit me to address you from my humble page, For I have walked among the stars and seas, And Florida's plight now calls out to not only me. The swelling t......

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...Let our Summer sky be filled with a task where free light lays claim to the crown of day, set free the talons of those whose talents seize eyes their gaze long stolen dreamt amaze of ......

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