Czars Poems - Poems about Czars

...May Australia consider such better times.' When the drumbeat of politics is being played, right into your minds.' When the radios are sqawking.' And beuracrats kiss Babys.' Then get up; onto their ......

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...Ruffling the feathers Of your expectations. Rilke to the left. The portrait of Alf The back of my left ear. What unconscionable theives, These Time Czars, Where we live with the scars, As joy......

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... Oh come, oh come into the darkened night look up with open eyes of adoration trace the shaft, a perfect radiant light ~ journey to......

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..."You matter," she said. Those two words. I had been feeling really down of late, like a worm that isn't even worthy of becoming bait. "Listen," I argued, "There are eight billion people on this plane......

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...Freedom Lost Sane men know what’s going down, but no one dares to make a sound, and those who think this will not last, should listen, listen, to the past. Hear the sound of breaking glass, t......

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...I saw her there in heaven And she said the wine was sweet The cherubs brought fresh flowers To lay them at her feet The gardens gay were covered In green and gold and red The bowls filled......

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...Summer Motion beneath the stars Comes to our town on July Fourth Rock music by forgotten music czars, Summer Motion beneath the stars The heavy twang of electric guitars, Old hits a......

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...Her journey begins in the west a golden globe upon her breast, amongst a carousel of stars; although she sleeps, she never rests. Gazing at the heavenly czars, passing on a course from afar. ......

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...The color blue the color of sky On a bright sunny day And the warmth of memories The power and presence of a grand mind The eminence of one Blue the cool and soft hue of delicate pools ......

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...I slide and heave with brittle bones along this pitch black tunnel , twisting, rolling, writhing in a sea of tar. Vapors hot and sticky taunt my nose, as thoughts of orange-red sunsets, ......

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...If you prophecy the end of kings you are wrong. Write no epitaphs, dig no graves, taste no grief. The new czar, a rough and worldly killer firmly fixed this very day stirs the cauldron of war t......

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...A jar full of oblique imagery and jagged thorns. A jar full of black ROOKS fractured symmetry torn pages from books. A jar full of rusted nails bleeding the secret blood Sacred and profane,......

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...Make no mistake, in spite of 2020's terror, God's Mercy is being served on planet earth.* Every morning, day after day, year after year, God's magnanimous mercies are endless. Righteousness exa......

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...Some people seek fate in the stars Whilst others tempt fate behind bars So there is a place For those lacking grace: The White House Latrine for Failed Czars......

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...1 A plume of dirt and grime envelops sky; The hellish slug of gas does creep along. It casts an orb three hundred stories high Over the Sun and ends his morning song. The birds and trees ......

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