Dickson Poems - Poems about Dickson

...For days now, nay, weeks cocooned in a cave, Away from hands that could drag each to grave, One of them, Seth, all the time craving sex; He'd had brawls with Dickson this did much vex: Dickson's ......

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...He is Desperate Dancer Dickson, Styles rehearsing with Gifted Ericson Coveted first prize eyeing Much of Michael Jackson trying… Avidly seeking some chance To the rest outshine in a dance He w......

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...The internal war within us does originate with humans. It does, however, originate with the spiritual wickedness in high places. With demonic powers and principalities that are so very prevalent in......

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...It cost all of fifty cents This treasure from a far New York, Its derivation Emily Dickson its creation I read her poems in awe One by one I turn her page Then came across the penci......

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...Censorship’s alive and well In Dickson, Tennessee, Whose Roxy Theater advertised Upon its proud marquee: “Heckboy,” playing there beside Both “Dumbo” and “Shazam.” Of course, there’s no such ......

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...Emmanuel Abiodun Dickson The Prayer Chair: “Let me die the death of the righteous, and let my end be like his!” - Numbers 23:10 A man’s daughter had asked the local minister to come and pray wit......

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..." Damn you, let go my gun! " The morning hasn't even yawned yet and a terrible tussle is in my sight, Drouillard is wrestling his rifle from the hands of this Indian thief and the Field brothers ......

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...Night one on the new river, the campfire is spirited and the future appears hospitable, everyone has their rations, everybody is resting their pride for on an expedition epic to each man and for a......

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...A mature woman in Victorian attire, peruses the works of Emily Dickson: does her spirit speaks on every line? Brightness is absent, only a glitter of hope at the beginning of dawn.......

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...A mature woman in a white and blue dress peruses the memorable works of Emily Dickson who was an unhappy person confined to a lair... a poetess who narrated dire and loneliness; no brightness was......

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...I am but a living matter, with no much giving wonder I’ve seen my birth twice, all after an attempted suicide thrice I still weed and weave, that is, think and compose Yet I am still but willed to......

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...The spirit of Emily Dickson still lives... from her sensitive soul, words of hope and fortitude flow as spring rivers, and their sprightly sounds makes one look. And closely look into her life no......

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...bayboats purse seine whey journey yearlong gay laddy inured dry up haughty yachty yea mildred mayhem dewlap naughty jaunty jay sons caught in car capers haughty yachty yea vicar bakin......

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...You can give me the pen of Emily Dickson or Langston Hughes but still submerged in losing languished hues. I just cant win, to the air I never hold my chin, with my trophy in the air illuminati......

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...And I was there My Dickson Street ,now is so urban, sad, bare I miss my Nasty Dickson Street where I roamed without a care We hoped, knew not to hurt another we were all hurt, in a way S......

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