Comport Poems - Poems about Comport

...God laughs when fools behave like racists All persecuted individuals are His children God laughs when a few are obviously chosen And receive preferential treatment under the basis That......

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...Where does the country go from here? There’s still remnants of anger, dejection and sadness Continuing to ponder this mental madness Our identity of blackness is about to come to the brink As we ......

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...Who the heck was a supporter of this brain-dead Katie Porter? Seems her daughter’s mind was tortured: she asked, if raped, who’ll escort her to a neighborhood aborter now that Trump can surely t......

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...I feel for the abused Chinese Korean Japanese..' In twenty twenty, the vision was skewed altered By some loaded news' as the bbc and itv and sky Did the bidding, from on high.' They reported of mu......

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...Our nation - at a crossroads now With intersecting planes Of concepts much at odds somehow - Exacerbating strains. The Democrats perplexities: A "Heart without a Head" Explains irrationalitie......

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...Harry finally had his day in court So he wore a dark suitcoat to comport But he let go a fart Tore the courtroom apart A full tank of gas ~ a hole in his shorts......

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...Here I am, In the first fling of youth- In what sterile field did I find this anti-fecund missive? This stretching of a hand, drenched in rubbery black; accompanied by a smell; a sewing, c......

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...Brownian motion writ large... within small medium as light brainstorm doth hail forth the following poem. Across the realm of gray matter slowly percolating within tissue composed of neuron......

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...I cast my gaze on other folk, and sort them out with shoulds and musts. My problem is a certain bloke; his comport fills me with disgust. Reflecting on him, all I see: myself, just stari......

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...The old, relaxed; we pour ourselves a glass. There is no need to stretch or change our way. We know the flavors here; the only task: ensuring it is just like yesterday. Like sediment, this attitu......

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...To Avalon! To Avalon! Twenty-six miles from door to door. The Catalina Channel Isle: my destination off the shore. We sail a wide and glassy sea, arriving Friday evening, late. The Grand is seen......

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...You’ve got to have a certain knack when opening your Silly Sack; the beasts within will soon attack with no hold barred, no turning back. Now these are not the monstrous sort, it’s just that t......

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...You’ve got to have a certain knack when opening your Silly Sack for the beasts within will attack to win with no hold barred, no turning back. Now these are not the monstrous sort, it’s just ......

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...Water flows from the silent dam With a crying noise of joy to slam The awaiting shouts of closed mouth Skydiving eyes in prayers closed northsouth The running around of hurray hurrying Hot ......

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...In the manse market for a preowned spa house Mine feeble efforts pale in comparison to a kid scaling El Capitan of Yosemite National Park, nevertheless me, a dry witted husband self emasculate......

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