Fu Poems - Poems about Fu

Tsuguhuru Fujita tagged 'Fou 'Fou cultivated distinctive look so new A proto John&Warhol publicity always his goal ...

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the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree so the rot in the apple must stem from the bark the roots that creep and drain of life keeps us sour; unable to mend you ruined me and i ruined you. i hate you and i love you. i don’t know what to do. what can i do? i can’t leave you you’ll always...

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Music is a powerful thing There is so much truth in the words they sing No matter your background or if your black or white Music is something in which we can all unite Music has been my most faithful friend Never left me and the only thing I could always depend Music has seen my most darkest days My happiest...

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I have always been a fan of Kung Fu and Brue Lee I so wanted to Learn the art and looked around for lessons But although I travelled far and wide I found none not one for me Disheartened that instead of becoming a master As I had dreamed about it since childhood It was a complete disaster Then one day...

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Chew Chew Mat the Kung Fu Cat Was roly, round, rotund and phat She challenged every cat around. Threw them into the air and onto the ground. She was as fierce as any feline I had ever seen. Her face was wide, her eyes were green. She slammed me into the chair right away. Okay I said, Let’s get this on, let’s...

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Matsuo Basho My brother, it’d snowed so much That the Sun had died. Poems are vital For a better Society Du Fu is happy. Su Shi is proud too Yes, Poetry is important For the Universe. Copyright © December 2023, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved. Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems. ...

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Mag's lover hasn't been seen since. Mag does nothing but in pain wince. Her tall Greg was her world,her Prince. "Once dead Forget A Come-Back means! " Hoe was popularly Greg's foe; Thus,his dad's farm refused to grow. A lot Greg had slept on a mat And guessed not he'd be adding fat. Off he had to go for slimming And with Kung Fu...

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I caught a quick peek through the Veil Where angels guide us without fail I saw my friends Were bucking trends Its "human" race Beyond the Pale!...

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An old gent was tellin' me about how his dad wrote "a dry book" on a given topic, and argued the issue before the Supreme Court. Pretty important dad! And mine? "My dad rescued two hookers during a boxer riot in Kowloon."...

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Half a loaf of Kung-fu Time to break the rulers _______zipped__________ ________zippe__________ _________zipp__________ __________zip__________ ___________zi___ _______ ____________z______________________ _______________from side to side Take a long hard look at ................................... ................................... ................................... ................................... ................................... ................................... .........yuorself was that a double take take without the darkness would the light we see Scream within the nights drawl sweet upon the ear sound of cold sighing on the mist close my eyes to join the multi and...

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I believe in the right place and the right time. If one has fighting in mind. I'm not talking about people who join (the fight,) those who stand up for a cause. People fight for a number of reasons. Two people don't agree on something. Ignorance, anger and lack of patience. People let their anger get the better of them. Really angry people...

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I was a picked on, bullied, browbeaten, buffaloed boy from Buffalo New York. I grew up on Buffalo’s lower east side, the ghetto by another name. The Frederick Douglass towers. Formerly the Talbert Mall better known as the Jefferson projects. The home turf to a gang called the Pythons. It was a place where angels fear to tread. I had so many bullies it’s a wonder I...

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A great cook is one who wears blinkers With recipes one never tinkers There are a few Who dare and do But results are usually stinkers...

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Sharp as a whip, and not really drunk, the drunken monk has the sober monkey on his back. A cylinder of mighty words chained to a cylinder of craft and trickery, behold the clever nunchucks, I don’t follow the trickery, perhaps you do, the blank look on your face, though, suggests that you probably don’t. Monkey be still, Five Finger Shush Punch, we’ve been bamboozled,...

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Fu Man Chu one blade of grass hero to mask not a solemn type post breath in machine to ask for Mr. Clean tragedy tries to lead whole of me there he lurks brave at the vibrant head most change the heart to roast be the beaver of one who decides a vision in twilight rest for the soul Fu Man Chu want to stany next to me amidst...

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