Gallic Poems - Poems about Gallic

...The Fable of Jesus Jesus was skeptical of his tribe, he didn't  whether he was a Semite, his father, the renowned  the wood craftsman had green eyes and knew  a few phrases of gallic monks had vi......

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... The emptiness is left with no resolve for all the stars in Heaven have maligned. Your God has let morality devolve into the darkest days of humankind. A war to end all wars has spawned revenge,......

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...Let hope rely upon your Maginot for swift retort has choked your Gallic might. It crushed your will beneath its undertow as diligence receded in the fight. Your flailing forces teeter on defeat ......

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...As allies falter from his Blitzkrieg force, the blood of British sons infuse the sand. They pray their brothers front the Channel’s course for they have failed to gain the upper hand. And, so the......

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...A NOTE FROM MALCOLM My advice is free, and time’s not billable Try speaking French and I will soon know Don’t claim a local or a provincial accent It really does not sound as if heaven-sent No......

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...A creative process disguised as a French Bulldog has pooped in my mind-pot, where I was complacently growing small obscure weeds. Muse me, or abuse me you poetry bug, if you are a stinkbug, I......

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... Paris, paradigm of “je ne sais quoi “- Great Gallic mystery, almost a law. Evincing an essence, cannot say how - Shrug of a shoulder with lift of a brow. But stroll down a stre......

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...Early Times Panting through a few females. Running on the spot mostly. Go to Paris to find myself find a locally made Gallic STD. Have a Ringo mustache, the prostitutes on the Montmartre t......

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...French “The Language of love” Darling, speak French when we make love wicked words I don´t understand but has a whispering meaning of delight. I stand before you with salutial ********, a soldie......

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...Laid back over oarlocks, arms akimbo, hat slouched; slow riding the Loire. The river pushes into a bobbing place a sylvian picnic where female bottoms convene in soft repose. Iridescent t......

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...Duncan MacAlpin thoughts were disturbed Beauty he had seen in Crovie Had stolen his heart with one look. Her face a map of Scotland. Where would I begin to look for her? He wondered. Mercury s......

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...stranded Soldier, tossed ashore forced to fight a gallic war .Bound by Honor, a task at hand. a sword and shield upon his back. a twisted Fate he is to find. Bound by oath and his Foolish Pride a he......

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...The Corsican was never really Gallic. The Austrian was not remotely Prussian. Jugashvili (let's put this in italics) could not be, in a month of Sundays, Russian. The point of Communism is, it'......

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...Married to Nobility The word sits so easily on your tongue like it had no more meaning than a Gallic shrug he came from the sea waded ashore you can say the only survivor of innocence. Baref......

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...Across frosted windows chill, The watcher seeks. Withered hands clutching branches, Strong limbs. Dragging belly's weight like within This devils heart. Fiendish smiles exposed, sharpened, Can......

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