Electric Fan Poems - Poems about Electric Fan

...The rhythmic motion Of an electric wind blows drying my wet brows.......

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...Back then before upheavals upheaved, people were gracious but lacked a common sorrow - it made them a little dull. Occasionally a local danger would excite but rejoicing and grieving never be......

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...I have seen the black face of his Kenyan father With whom he didn’t go farther: an absolutely Black Papa Describing not the Diaspora Rappa, His loudest trumpets for Jomo, As Barak’s nearly were ......

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...Ensure you allude to all that has been recorded. Every creature that has lived inside the rocks. A long-forgotten former planet has appeared. Awareness arises as we break the padloc......

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...Barcelona looked like a church as I walked down La Rambla in search of a vacant room on that warm morning. The balconies of the flanking high-rise apartments were pews festooned with holy da......

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...The lonely letters that my tired thumbs are typing on my cellphone know how my heart breaks, bits by bits. The silent ceiling, the white bulb seem like telling the carved cabinet to show t......

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...At the age of 13 he experienced the great depression, and that event helped shape his social conscience. Even as a child he could clearly see all of the resources were still available, but people ......

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...Tribute to Travel to Manila Philippines and Make This Poor Old Lady Happy...Documentary Old wood in Manila ,Philippines In a narrow alleyway Old roof collapse Converted into a wall No......

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...Chilling in this house, Chilling in my room, Chilling-out in my own little world. Chilling electric fan on desk, Chilling tingling throughout my limbs. Chilling outside in winter. Chilling te......

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...You make me happy in a way no one else can, Always telling me sweetly that I am your man; Wishing and caring for me to be safe and sound, Not for a time you want to see me bruised and down. ......

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...we are all budhas, we are all oshos inherently, we are born with it but our souls of mirror get tainted by the pollution the structure the system the education and every thing is unclear now we......

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...The heat was scorching today its flames licking the ridges of every soul to a boil i was busy searching for a chill from an electric fan an ice cream, the sea, a fridge, an air con, the azure pool......

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.... The old balladeer sounds like a tired man. Under the wind of an electric fan, he blinks his bleary eyes as fast as he can. His breath reeks of tobacco ......

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...Under the wind of an electric fan the old balladeer sounds like a tired man, blinks his bleary eyes as fast as he can; breath reeks of nicotine and of stale rum, crooning his song w......

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