Donjon Poems - Poems about Donjon

...Trumpeting future mercurial villain of history Predicated on his paying obese sense to Ronald McDonald patron saint buzzfeeding his pie hole courtesy "two Big Macs, Fillet-O-Fish and a chocola......

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...Easter as interpreted by one... rebated, rebelled, rebirthed, rebooted, and rebuked courtesy one ill shod Unitarian atheist, who means NOT to affect any sacrilegious fallout nor offend devo......

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...We met upon the stairs. In a brief moment of chance, I did not allow myself to be drawn away by other brighter, faster burning lights which held a momentary fascination and then flicker away destined......

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...Emblazoned with your monogram Call me your little coin Design of us more sacred than Meteor's noon anoint Howling ho......

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...'I think I know why the ocean flows' When I watch the tides send spume and surf onto the poets' swaying shore Caress the silken sand embrace high waters so quietly or with almighty roar As......

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...Alias indomitable invincible Donald John Trump oozes wrath inexorably plunging every species of life toward apocalyptic warpath mercilessly threatentens world wide web promising bloodbath val......

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...Lifeblood of democracy hemorrhaging ousting the "FAKE" president only recourse to staunch impending grim demise, since forefathers drafted United States Constitution ratified more'n two centurie......

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...WE ARE NOT ROTTEN SEEDS African seeds were hidden in a slavery donjon The seeds took long to protrude in a warren None among them was able push the mountain more strongly But they all denied t......

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...I feel it so strongly deep inside the cry of your heart It but echoes my souls endless fear of being apart Use your strength to go on with life even though it is hard Where is life’s joy when t......

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... I feel it so strongly deep inside the cry of your heart It but echoes my souls endless fear of being apart Use your strength to go on with life even though it is hard Where is life’s jo......

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...My Daughter I am blown away by harsh winds Melanie, it seems to me, you to be storm clouds in the distant sky, drifting in and out, passing by in shades of ever deepening, darker, menacing gray......

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...Scimitar in hand The donjon sacked by his band…. The parapet stands......

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