Faire Poems - Poems about Faire

Laissez-faire is the attitude I wear For worrisome things I don’t give a care Government may concern another I’m not running, neither is my brother. Some people are exacting and stern From these peasants I prefer not to learn You do it your way, I’ll do it mine Then the world can get along totally fine...

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there was a young man named Sean who pledged his undying love to Dawn one day at the faire he met a different woman there and now he has run off with Fawn ...

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Christmas flowing through the air Children’s hearts wait for Santa to appear Reindeers ready Rudolph holding steady Christmas Trees stand tall and bright Wiseman followed the North Star during the night Bethlehem thought of the Nativity of the Little Babe sight Joy to the world Children sleeping and dream of Christmas anticipation It’s Christmas Eve night Santa’s yearly ride All the gifts that he will provide Winter...

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I love doing things without any aim Meandering walks, bending rules of a game Writing poetry down without any plan Having a laugh just because I can Strolling through a gallery not knowing what's there Setting off late as if I haven't got a care Believing that stars will align just in time Quite confident that mostly things will be just fine Seeing...

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Faire L'amour..is being one whole soul, physically and energetically like the two souls melt to form an amalgamation of some rare element organically Faire L'amour.. the physical manifestation of something unspoken..very substantial Faire L'amour..the physical manifestation of soupy emotions..letting someone know that she trusts him come what may Faire L'amour.. starts the moment he smells her bare skin..the...

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Reality occasionally hallucinates, poetry almost always enchants our art is to balance the extremes, so that we compile the finer results...

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The poet, bright, sat upon his comfy chair. He was peacock proud of his savoir fare! Face changed red...password,English for derrière! ...

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Maiden faire, thy soule should bare within thy bosom cherish Your love for me, so it shall be, without it I doth perish From thy sweet lips and fingertips let your love swirl about me Without your soule, love takes its tolle, and I shall never doubt thee...

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Lovely to know He is everywhere, For love blooms anywhere He goes, Answering every fervent prayer- The source of endless rainbows! Knowing just what to do and when, Every single time, right on time; So shadow flowers may recur again, And fruit so blushes at its prime. And creepers know whence to creep, As bunnies hop in fields of summer; And Mole knows if he's...

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Words… the great currency inside my literary account Inspiration, the letters of credit —freeing me to spend (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)...

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If you should hear him coming, fear his roar His grizzled warnings, you should not ignore A formidable champion is Ursus, a carnivore His claws protects those he loves with vigour He confidently stands on two powerful legs to liberate the world from its deviant dregs Quite beastly is his gnarly savoir-faire attitude when in combat with the insolent and the rude He'd...

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Diary Notes: Lamentable laissez-faire …the lêche cul is back every cell of her a seething surging cesspool of putrid suck the darling of the Prusso-Lepeniste muck: ...

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These were the times when I've Sat around Thinking about I've thought it through Thought it out. And in every single way Every simple little Solitary ORCHID filled day I commend myself just because I have let your Heart hold me up. I can tell you now Baby it was my crutch When I was falling...

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We keep to ourselves all our deepest affection from a misguided notion that hearts need protection. We offer love slowly and use great precaution, when we ought to race and should love to exhaustion. For no moment passes…not a singular one, whether under the all-seeing glare of the sun or the soft, cool gaze of uninterested stars, that death ceases pursuit of...

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Find a Faire What would it be like to find a faire? So we could see things here and there And everywhere enjoying having fun Being on rides while out in the sun. Place would be along a river front Had good time doing what we want Interesting things caught our eye Like seeing all of the boats passing by. Many games were there...

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