Das Poems - Poems about Das

Ah Kite! Kite with the golden wings, this wet clouded noon hour Shed tears no more soaring higher and higher, by the river Dhansinri! The croon in thine voice reminds me of her gloomy eyes, runs along into fading Likewise the princesses of this world , she meandered a far, beauty , her carved tracks along Why buzzing to...

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The world grows weary reading scripture's tomes but a leaf of love enlightens us. —Kabir, translation by Michael R. Burch No medicine rivals Love: one drop transforms you whole being to pure gold. —Kabir, translation by Michael R. Burch Without looking into our hearts, how can we find Paradise? —Kabir, translation by Michael R. Burch They called the doctor to investigate...

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No body killed me, in our lives of Odyssey No body killed me, in our lives of Odyssey - they are no longer to be seen There are crows in abundance around this balcony- yet, the tired one I knew when Life began No more- many years before there was a flock of those among plethora of...

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The rye mustard field, glowing with a morning diva, faded in colors within afternoon The river runs just beside ; “O reverie! What shall the song be in the chanting verse, unsung in me and thee!” The branches of the oak tree , trace upon chest of yours, whence The tree shade adores you in blue Patsy sounds...

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Reino das Coisas Pequenas No reino das coisas pequenas, Cláudia, tua grandeza floresce, tua nobreza se tece. Os corredores de Santana, testemunha de tua labuta, No sábado Tudo é muito, quando o coração não está sozinho, Cláudia, faz do teu sábado, divinações mais e mais....

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Maio das Conquistas Agradeço a cada uma, pelos passos companheiros, por transformarem cada meta em troféus verdadeiros. Eu agradeço, por cada esforço, cada vitória soberana; vocês são o vento que enche a nossa vela, a nossa âncora. Obrigada; por fazerem de maio um mês que aquece, por transformar cada meta em um sol que cresce....

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A Belated CCV Das Kapital event... regarding birthday anniversary wicked candle box event burns bright for Karl Marx, who amazingly graced, and kindled pinterest jumpstarting money fest destiny. Born May 5, 1818, in Trier Germany to Heinrich and Henrietta Marx, sans the third of nine children (and second oldest heir) Karl Marx thinking begot incendiary sparks, asper his two most controversial publications titled The Communist Manifesto, and...

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WARNING..THIS IS A HUMOR PIECE ONLY, Under the tree, poet mouse sat. All those punctured with the vaxx said “scat”! Brown eyes filled with tears on Christmas night. Shaking and cold, she was filled with ice and fright. Seeing rotund men in Avatars calling for the end of her life. Death being du jour for any brave enough to stand as God’s child free on Christmas...

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Dark music floods my chamber Like a slowly rising tide That laps against the silence Where my fondest dreams reside. Dark music bathes the morning With its languid, liquid tune, Conundrum-like concerto, Every note a cryptic rune. Dark music wakes me gently From the warm embrace of sleep And sings to me of treasures I can have, but never keep....

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In a closed door speech Saturday April 10th, 2021, thus far, he accumulated $85 million so far. * * * * * * * * ...

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Id fierce, intense raging, urging, demanding savage, instinct, moral, probity loving, caring, giving civil, gentle ego...

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Dia das mães: Chega Em todos os tempos, sempre, nos dias da pandemia, hoje mais do que nunca é o tempo da mãe empreendedora é dia das mães, quem presenteia é a mãe. A mãe de hoje, presenteia com palavras: Filhos e filhas, para hoje para os dias da década hoje mais do que ontem, a busca do carinho é a força do progresso. Seja...

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Das papa anathema & furor he hiss toward patriarchal hierarchy Courtesy mine eldest sister Amelie Beth (thirteen plus months my senior), whose maternal love equals heart as emoji, she nsync with other kith and kin painstakingly fleshed out family tree, formerly severely uprooted, me knowledge of ancestry truncated, denuded..., bereft any extended offshoots you see, thus without doubt earned a priori gene nee us award for...

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Das dada = codified bonafide anachronism me thoughts infused with thom hankering for yesteryear circa antebellum i.e. American Civil War era veer rilly, teetering, smoldering, rumbling upon iniquitous tier United States greenacres crossroads with petticoat junction spear ritually hexed courtesy anti abolitionists pitted against unfair slavery, yours truly spellbound gravitating, fixating, entrancing, an invisible sonneteer disembodied spirit transported back in time, qua closing first decade of twenty century aware how historical events will...

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"FAKE" assertions unstoppably bandied with beef, (sans doughty deeds done dirt cheap) courtesy of commander in chief trumpeted as a way to backout, embarrassment analogous to the thief of Baghdad, when culpable faux pas woe philly pops thought balloon of mine reckons with transparent "good grief" within mind of yours truly, who finds himself dumbstruck aghast, and shaking noggin with disbelief how people can be so gullible who...

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