Empty Headed Poems - Poems about Empty Headed

...Swinging my new bamboo fan, tall mountains, steep foggy valleys where the swans gathers, story of thousand moons, carried by winds of people wining and dining, come let's read poetry together, ......

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...I have the rhythm of a winding road how do I consign myself to being confined rows of poplar pillars prop the rendezvous canopy beneath we meet —I self-cajole on ooh-la-la afternoon yellow ey......

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...I know nothing of the scrawl the meaning of it all it escapes me as my breath is drawn no words please to forewarn I'm empty headed in the wrong direction ......

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...My perception of the world is illusory art The darkness is absolute Women suffering violent abuse From the one who said, “I do.” Men and women pushing dope To innocent souls searching for hope ......

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...Eagerly on my word processing app My fingers pressing keys Tippity tap Penning my classic in verse Thinking the fog will disperse Yet there’s no classic just a......

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...“A window would really open up The place” The builder had said, “Light up the room, You know. Gotta have something to Bring in the light Round here” “Yes, yes, A window would do fine” My......

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...Can I go to the bathroom? This place is full of jackasses. This place is full of jackasses jerking each other off. This place is full of ignorant, parochial, zit-sucking jackasses undeserving of thei......

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...I don’t do all I am told, questions I always ask. If I do, my friends take me to task. Not me, I, in independence, do bask! I do mean those in your face with a bang! These are the "must-do" gan......

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...The hag Mordicahia thought she had captured the Sorcerer King In truth she had gotten his cousin, who was a ridiculous ding-a-ling The real king would have left him there to rot like a buzzard’s lu......

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...{1859} there's more slaves now than in 1859 slaves of the mind slaves to entitlement slaves to self inflicted failure and blame slaves to ogres of division who only want to bracket the bla......

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...THE STARS ARE MUTE TONIGHT THEY ARE BRIGHT BUT THEY SPEAK NO WORDS THEY TELL A STORY OF NO SOUND EMPTY-HEADED I RAISE MY HEAD UP THE SKIES TO HEAR THE WORDS FROM THE GODS BUT I COME NOT......

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...Africa my Queen, my King yet a slave An angel in hell a freed soul in bondage How else will I show you the gold Beneath the glowing dark skin of yours How long will you dine on rotten tables W......

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...It happens to be that we all perceive in a grand allegiance never brought into question as though the clocks have been frozen giving us all tock subtracted from tick and Change the poster child h......

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...World War II Poems and Holocaust Poems II - Bertolt Brecht The Burning of the Books by Bertolt Brecht loose translation by Michael R. Burch When the Regime commanded the unlawful books t......

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...~I've moved to Hong Kong where many brave souls dwell. A million Davids slinging stones of democracy and peace. At the empty-headed ogre who will forever loathe the free. To let loose his hell ho......

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