Deal With It Poems - Poems about Deal With It

I gather the stars in my trembling hands, Though one by one they fall. The night does not ask why I grieve— It simply listens to all. A whisper lost in the willow’s breath, A shadow on the sea, I speak my sorrow to the wind, And let it carry me. The roses close when day is done, But bloom again at dawn— So too...

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Thou art O Lord a unique One, And I am a value-less nought, (Sans thee oh what a worthless dot!) And an object of abject fun! I've come thence to thee, this to plead: Be thou Good Lord my life's sole lead And let me just tag on to thee, To One-- zeroes like chicks...

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Tim Roth gets shot, and what emerges? Blood. His innards act like wrecked intestines should. Those fifties-movies injuns really suck, with tactics redolent of Donald Duck! “The whiteys circle wagons, as we feared: so let’s just ride around them – get mown down!” You’d see more bloodshed watching Charlie Brown. And why does Tarzan never grow a beard? Tim Robbins plans a prison...

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They say heaven is for real, that is really a great deal. I will get to see you, I am happy not blue. I am filled with much love and zeal....

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Cooking up a meal, Give a deal, Hit the reel keep spinning... Flip it and win, Feel the rush just for a minute. Inhale, I prevail I want the diamonds that glisten. Talking to this toxic girl, But I got no feelings. I burn bridges sometimes, 'Cause I don’t like they children. Tryna blemish my image, I drive these hoes to a frenzy. Tryna gaslight me I talk...

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Why weren't any of the great emperors, or even those of lesser renown, enticed to acquire such a rich piece of land in the East? There aren’t much of historical archives shedding light on the subject, but it is possible that events could unfold in this way – Plutarch could have expounded this legend far...

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Edges edging the already on edge, But calm and restraint is the pledge. “Patience, child, this too will pass.” Why is patience mine, but that guy’s an ass? “We don’t measure ourselves Based on others actions or thoughts.” Therein lies a truth; No judgment of dirtiness while covered in spots. But question I do why he...

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You can’t make a deal with a Judas As tenured they govern on high Like the British who sought our indenture With graft and self-interest they lie You can’t play the game any longer When rules only favor the few Where freedom is held as a hostage And verity’s fairness — askew (The New Room: March, 2025) ...

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I see them coming, all smiles and slick words, their eyes like cold marbles, rolling lies off their tongues. The narcissists, the leeches, the grinning wolves, the hollow men with poisoned hands, digging into whatever’s warm. The psychopaths with their games, the ones who hurt children, the ones who carve scars into soft skin and walk away laughing. I don’t deal with them. I leave them to their...

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POEM “ THE SHACKLED GHOST “ by Martin gedge © ( pin by Aray MarTina ) Caught between a tug of war of love and deaths desire A shackled ghost upon the post a roast to spit the fire Chained to the remains of struggled pains that I have led A rose to lie the dark so prickly sharp and...

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what was a real deal after a wound had to heal would have much appeal...

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2025.2.19 Conflict of interest. Since when did I start facing that? Why did it happen all the time? Did I have its meaning misinterpreted? Was there a term to describe, How, all of a sudden, You felt some things in life, Like they have reached the end of their lines. Every day, I struggle, pleasure or pressure, Physical or mental, medical or financial, Exhausted travelling to...

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Greenland not for sale but Abo big Chowcha is do you think that's so...

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In twilight's hush, where shadows play A figure emerges, come what may With eyes aglow, like embers bright He offers deals, with a wicked delight His voice is smooth, like silk to touch As he weaves promises, with a wicked clutch He'll grant your dreams, with a twisted grin But at a cost, that's locked within A soul for sale, a heart to...

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THE SWEETEST TABOO THE SWEETEST DEAL AFTER CIRO GARGANO TORCHED 9 PERSONS ALIVE I WAS HIRED BY THE FBI TO BUY WEAPONS AND DRUGS PREGNANT FOR THE FBI TO GET HIS TIME CUT MEANING MANY UNDESIRABLE AFRICAN AMERICANS WOULD BE FRAMED ENTRAPPED BY CIRO GARGANO WHILE HE ENJOY THE FRUITS OF WEAPONS AND DRUG BUYS...

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