Dudgeon Poems - Poems about Dudgeon

... She slapped my face and walked out And said she’d never come back. She’d never cross the threshold again So there; and that was that. But she’ll return, I have ......Read the rest...

...What formerly got celebrated as adventitious age of exploration... 1492 unleashed, jump/ kick started, and downloaded a bittorrent götterdämmerung spelling genocide of indigenous peoples occup......Read the rest...

...Poet: Paciolo Pen Saint When the joy on your path empty you Like the shadow of the cloud empty the moment to rain........SMILE The night maybe lonely Your sadness maybe growling Smile str......Read the rest...

...The world has lots of misfortunes Considering it harms being steadfast Painful times passes - & again comes From the remnants of yesterday's crime My ribs are crooked My shirt is tightened to my......Read the rest...

...Hobgoblin in the gutter under canopy of midnight, magic brew of muti without rein. Shadow figure torchon, darting half-light dare. Spine chilling droplets wobble slowly down drains, rusty copper......Read the rest...

...Twenty one Earth orbitz ago... February fourth two thousand and twenty... Shana Aubrey Harris HAPPY BIRTHDAY GREETING, albeit eleven days early Countless years after papa took thee and Eden ......Read the rest...

...For such a low gudgeon, Dorian in high dudgeon. The puppet popped atop amid internal turmoil, Of the Russian, for the Russian and by the Russian, He spent nearly 3 years trafficking spoils The ......Read the rest...

...The birds are chirping, My heart leaps up for joy For the music I hear is calming Exciting every cell in my body I look across the long lonely room It’s still dark but I see some little Lig......Read the rest...

...(Aborted attempt to mend fences, - which version overly pedantic for her minimal leisure/down time as full time student at University.) no...no...no...this tree mend dose electronic endeav......Read the rest...

...Beneath the silent, cloudless skies The Spanish Galleon swiftly glides, For the Spanish Queen Isabella, in distant lands, Its mighty mast’s unfurled by strong and sturdy hands. She swiftly sail......Read the rest...

...Stop Abusing Women A man saw a beautiful woman in white cloths She was going to church. He called her, pretty come to me please She was well taught by her parents, And she came close ......Read the rest...

...What have I done? To be treated like dirt in your eyes. Always under the gun. Constantly being vandalized. Forever on the run. Run Race Horse Run The shows only just begun. What goods a race......Read the rest...

..."Britches" vitality Has been like a long but confining One way street, Owning periods of both serenity and distress; Grieving over former capital, changes naught, For even his imagination on steroid......Read the rest...