Dan Poems - Poems about Dan

In Masonic tradition, the pyramid represents wisdom on the back of the dollar bill you see an edifice with the tip of the pyramid detached, a searching eye is in the tip of the detached pyramid Our nation should ever be searching for the divine wisdom that humanity needs, which will make the pyramid complete seek wisdom and lay dormant blind Ignorance~ not...

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My eyes grow wet, and my heart is swollen as i follow the Words Monica has just spoken.' She is going after that dirty Dingo dan, genocidal doer of the culling plan.' A silent Cheer fills me up.' My spiritsl now on fire 'cause our girl is tough' An angry Aussie she will not be cowed.' A determined Battler..Of who...

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Steely Dan Tribute Rikki please don’t lose that number I begged and pleaded. Sorry, but I know you like Peg better. But Rikki I thought we were still reelin in the years. Sorry, but you’re a real loser, that is why they call you Deacon Blues. Ran outside and saw Kid Charlemagne who was tryin’ to hire someone to do his dirty work for...

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It was so very long ago – A thousand days, ten-thousand nights Before the nights of silver stars And days of flying kites So long ago I can’t recall When I try hard, but yet: When I see the image of the ship I never can forget The wind blew straight into the bone The clouds were cold and grey A little ship was launched...

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In a greasy diner on the edge of town, Dan flipped pancakes with the flair of a juggler, a spatula his scepter, his griddle a kingdom of sizzle and steam. They called him “Dan the Pan Man,” a breakfast circuit legend known for his flapjacks, golden and fluffy, a stack of heaven on a chipped porcelain...

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Froggy pulled the cork and it made a loud bang The rest of the party yelled “oh my!” and “dang!” Champagne for everyone, he yelled into the fray Liquor does not suit me said persnickety Kay. Kay would ruin a party no matter how much fun. She always brought a dourness to try and pull the sun. Froggy rolled his eyes,...

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Daniel looks after me, up with the sun Usually in the A.M. when the day's just begun So reliable is he Sets my heart free Seems Daniel the man soon will be done ...

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THREAD OF FIRE You say you are not worthy to be remembered Yet, you are that thread of fire! The one not put out, never extinguished One sparking a million singing pyres Your verses breed inner conflict In turn breeding flames of desire How dare you concede you're unworthy When you are that one thread of fire!...

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Sat writing this, in memory of my pal Danny K Just a few pints and a couple packets crisps, is what we used to say I just wanted you to know, ill be forever grateful that we met Ill hold on to the memories we made, all too good to forget So much left to say, now there just...

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Who are you Dan McGrew? You sound quite mean If rumours' true You lodged yourself Inside his head Some seventy years Still, now you're dead A tale of love Of bars and booze The wheel of fate Alas, you lose The west was wild Back in the day As danger framed Each male afray But what of Lou? The lady fair Of unkissed lips And tousled hair A broken heart May never mend A scar unhealed Until the...

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Dan was such an ardent fan of schwab and scoros With such evil plans, he toadied up this man from Wang' As we call Wangeratta.) for he didn't give a damn' his pebble specs were Focused on, the denigration of Victorians.' In his own real dirty Plans, almost two years he weilded terror, all trust he would Destroy, i...

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I met a man whose name was Dan He used a bird to cook on pan Pan was cheap so bird got burnt A lesson that he learned Use a better bird, said the man...

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there was a young trout named Dan who loved to steel bait from the line one day it was said a fly hit his head and Dan became fillets in the pan...

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Devil Dan was a mountain man, He had a surly disposition. With a bag of tools and two pack mules, Headed North on his final mission. He found his way on a rainy day, To the base of a mountain stream. All wet and cold, still panned for gold, Until he saw some pebbles gleam. Tho his old back creeks, he panned for...

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The fey were excited and they had a big brass band. They were speaking of green mole house in autumn land. But what is it? I asked, as I took my feet out of wet sand. It is where delicacies and jellies are pickled and canned. There is a mole there named Wizardly Dastardly Dan. He will help you put...

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