Do Poems - Poems about Do

Her parents ,named her Gorgeous Yusuf perhaps if, she was a boy Born in the morning almost sunrise Made her first sound same time as the birds For her beauty a lot would be deducted Even the sun hid behind the clouds in shame The stars would come when she is asleep And take advantage if she slept long that's the morning...

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Sam Dumpty here for National Geoplastic Magazine. Fox news has once again scored an amazing coup by securing an interview with an angel. But not just any angel folks, we're talking the big Kahuna, the Prince of Darkness, the Ogre of all ogres, the Bad Boy of bad boys... well, you get the idea. Of...

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I clutch a batch of roses in my hand, given to me by a blurry face, one whose name i cannot recall, i know theyve hurt me, and im forever stuck with them, and the stupid roses that wont die. the thorns prick my hands, my hands drip blood, i couldnt un-clutch the roses, the pain was sharp, like a needle i could feel it...

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A MILLION SMILES OF A CHILD THE MILLION SMILES OF A CHILD CAN TELL A STORY WITH A NEVER ENDING TALE A SMILE OF TRUE HOPE FOR PEACE A SMILE TO SAY A HELLO AND NEVER A GOOD-BYE A CHILD'S SMILE IS LIKE A INNER FEELING THAT NEVER GOES AWAY FOR WHEN A CHILD SMILES GIVES US THE HOPE TO NEVER GIVE UP EVERY...

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Can I teach you about life’s little trick? The path to Eden doesn’t exist; It lights up beneath your feet You don’t preach the light; you remove the flickering bulb. You don’t teach what’s real; you show what isn’t. You don’t unlock the heart; you stop guarding the door. You don’t summon God’s voice; you stop interrupting it You don’t find the answers; you stop asking the...

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Anyhow Was just thinkin’ Which is not recommended On rainy cold spring days The pollen count is down But who cares Its too cold and wet to go outside Dammit, the heat just kicked on The friggin’ gas company Wants to know why I use so much gas We live in New England Summer don’t start till June And ends in late August The ocean water is so...

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They (the Legacy media) persist in their use of deceptive practices with the intent to obfuscate what is true. They conveniently avoid facts, that are known, intending to mislead those who are superficially engaged. The freedoms granted to the media by our constitution, as intended, was for the protection of the masses against rogue governments...

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Q: What would Roy Rogers have been called if he had been a singing farmer? A: King of the Plowboys. Q: In the Beowulf saga, who was a male child of the hag Grendel? A: A real sonofawitch. Q: What's the slogan for an ad campaign for a certain fabric in Copenhagen? A: "Something is cotton in the state of...

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? What's the cost of having a place, we all are in a race ?? Trying to be the best, and stand out from the rest. No one cares about our...

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I am human with the same dignity and power, then why treat me like an alien? Our skincolour differs, but we are all created and designed by one God and maker. I have great potentials just like the white man, But I am treated and rejected just because of my colour. I undergo physical, emotional and social discrimination and suppression,...

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The tree does not choose Where it’s seed is planted It’s mother does not share fruit Nor give tender care The tree does not grow open But rather sprouts from out of the ground The tree does not surrender to the stomping feet in soil But it grows from the tender ground Though it may lose its color The tree will stand It cannot collapse For...

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I emerge. I return. If our end represents forever, what was before? If it never started, how can it end?...

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absolute neutrality variances appear and all are neutral arising there is none as movement is absent nothing appearing that is the total message and there is no message non duality is already a gift for no one a happy tale no you is the message to the separate self in disbelief no one may appear as someone walking with fewer words nothing may be suggested the ubiquitous I-word always an appearance serving the story oops flags a mistake perhaps recovery reversing a story arising arose and arisen are not three...

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What is happening nothing more nothing less nothing at all...

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Woof woof woof woof Hello can you hear me I’m human they just say I’m a dog Hurting in many ways that they say a dog withstands Hands and knees praying all they see is paws Food and water or I’ll die no they say kibbles and bits Strands of me peek but to them I’m wearing...

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