Is This a Constantinople Oak
in the gray forest, at the bottom of Germany’s forest black
There is a tree disguised as a sexy witch, with a voluptuous rack
Is this a Constantinople oak? A struggling botanist asked me.
Was he kidding? To me, it was only a gorgeous young tree.
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Categories:
constantinople, tree,
Form: Rhyme
Constantinople Can Play
Constantinople constantly can play monopoly;
They tried to prove and then apply psychology;
Latest scoop;
Known group;
Appalling to Trump always wanting an apology.
Jim Horn
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Categories:
constantinople, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
Constantinople
Istanbul was once known as Constantinople
Turks had a problem with too many syllables
So from five to three
Saved two, do you see
Worry not, my illness is non-transmittable
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Categories:
constantinople, fun,
Form: Limerick
Constantinople
Constantinople haunts my nights
In dreams both sad and stirring
Of wooden ships
Under star filled skies
Searching for fortunes
Hidden by those long gone
As we sail away
Down the dark Euphrates
Shadowy eyes
Filled with lost dreams
Can be seen in the sadness
Of the forgotten
Waiting on the shrouded banks
Forever
Looking back
Toward the city lights
Reaching up
To the night sky
Constantinople waits
And
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Categories:
constantinople, beauty, city, history,
Form: Prose Poetry
Constantinople
Constantinople haunts my nights
In dreams both sad and stirring
Of wooden ships
Under star filled skies
Searching for fortunes
Hidden by those long gone
As we sail away
Down the dark Euphrates
Shadowy eyes
Filled with lost dreams
Can be seen in the sadness
Of the forgotten
Waiting on the shrouded banks
Forever
Looking back
Toward the city lights
Reaching up
To the night sky
Constantinople waits
And
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Categories:
constantinople, dream, history, time,
Form: Prose
You Can'T Go Back To Constantinople
Constantinople haunts my nights
In dreams both sad and stirring
Of wooden ships
Under star filled skies
Searching for fortunes
Hidden by souls long gone
As we sail away
Down the dark Euphrates
Shadowy eyes
Filled with lost dreams
Can be seen in the sadness
Of the forgotten
Waiting on the shrouded banks
Forever
Looking back
Toward the city lights
Reaching up
To the night sky
Constantinople waits
And
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Categories:
constantinople, imagination
Form: Prose Poetry