Dined Poems - Poems about Dined

...Man and his dog He awoke under the bed, and it had been his birthday drinking champagne, eating Danish pastry, and smoking Havana cigars He walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and took o......

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...I’ve never dined on caviar, The finest instead, a Mars bar. No palace key for this housing Czar Sip water alone, not at a gilded bar. The challenge must be taken on the chin And not merely wit......

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...AS THE KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS GATHER SLAVE DECENDANTS TO BE LYNCHED OVER AND OVER AGAIN SIMPLY BECAUSE PETER GARGANO WAS FIRCED TO FAKE HIS DEATH TO COVER DRUG SMUGGLERS FROM MILWAUKEE TO COVER CAR BOMB......

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...Ignorance, desire and action, gives our wayward ego traction, causing us to struggle and strive, to find joy and satisfaction. Our endeavour’s to stay alive, means any, we try to survive, ref......

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...Beware the lion that walks in silence. He roars not in markets, nor chants in parades— He sharpens his claws beneath the rubble, And his vengeance waits in plain sight. O Israel, Do not live i......

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... In the early days of Summer I still lingered on the vine not yet ripe enough for picking not ready to be sipped as fine wine Soon, I blossomed with desire It raged deep down inside of me b......

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... I knew a gent ramrod straight meticulously dressed Shoes laced tight polished to a ‘t’ Vest, exquisite timepiece Punctual meant ten minutes......

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... Search diligently until you find it and when you find it run a thousand miles and deliver it, do not hide it in the bushes or in the trees you must deliver it to thee, look out for the vagabonds ......

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... Our Cup is Overfull “Our cup is overfull, I can`t bear it,” Words that came out like a blast from the sky ......

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...In the quiet hush of dawn’s first light, hussily strewn, as oil painting life, exactly whispers secrets of easy night, spreading open dews, slappy cold earthy maw, bubbling crude, trefoil in t......

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..."I’m Still Here, And I Will Shake You" I’ve walked roads you wouldn’t whisper about. Where shadows don’t follow, they lead. Where the air tastes like sorrow and the silence presses like a loade......

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...During the surpossium I heard his voice as if he were talking only to me: she said, in a conversation with a group of women. You know how it is< everything is centered around gaining your atten......

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... There was an old man who marched in Belfast, wearing shamrocks danced to emerald past. On St. Patrick’s fancy day in ceilithe he dined by bay, saw the snakes slither s......

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...My mother likes blue cheese. She said it was an acquired taste, Only the most sophisticated, Dined on it’s musky scent. Though I hated blue cheese, I swallowed it down. Hard. Grotesque. There......

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... "Behold the man!" Pilate, Governor of Judea 26-37 CE. He had such a Longing Desire to share those Special Moments with them. He then rose from the table ......

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