He Man Poems - Poems about He Man

As morose as it may sound I know I’m really just another Death row man. No, I’m not locked away For a crime I have done. I’m free, But that doesn’t mean I’m still not on that row. And that also doesn’t mean There isn’t some crime I could have done That would have me lock away and unfree. I’m sure there are stacks of...

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[Verse 1] You're so incredible, the most amazing man. I'm taken to new heights of pleasure with the touch of your hand. There will never be another man in my life who compares. Your eyes, your smile... no one as perfect anywhere. I will never forget, or stop loving you... Well would ya lookie here, my dear… I can lie too! [Chorus] ...

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A threat of superiority Leads to inferiority Of a heart consumed By a venomous poison Of hate lead by jealousy A darkness claim their soul Convinced that an enemy Was those loved by the sun With skin oh so golden Threatened by a culture To which they steal like vultures Begging to be chosen Colonising a moment Belonging to those with a darker skin colour All...

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There lives a gentleman from Luff Who walks everywhere in the buff His weeny is teeny He calls it his winky A stump that can't fill a cream puff. Ladies would be left in despair But he didn't really care He got what he wanted Frustrated, they taunted And decided give him a scare. They tied him to an 'lectric chair Placed electrodes on you know...

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The Cheese Man can’t tell you ate his brother. So relax. He will be here soon. He is real. A big block of cheese. Turns down the heat. He is careful. Not to turn to fondue. The cheese block is a blob, I have a cheesy, melting feeling. We are here in this room. We pretend...

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Perhaps, I wish not to be so important? -- to go unbeknownst...by both God and the devil – to fall between the cracks, of their seemingly endless, bitter war: Of The Glorious Garden, and~ The Dastard Fall -- (One created me, without my consultation...the other, manipulates me, for his own evil usurpation...

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It’s February the soft stones are still hard among the eaves clinging to the river ...

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--BlossomMonyei-- Raised in the harshest sun It hurts in his bone This life he asked from no one Planted amongst those with hearts of stone. A black man Clueless, clumsy His life's navigation was turned off The don't care about him. His mistakes He can't erase He'll move on somehow Though he withers. A black man Meets friends They did him wrong They did it again. "Is the world against...

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if he could fold her up and put her into his wallet she might seem valuable. If he could see her in the middle of a bank statement she might be worthy. But since he cannot She has no interest for him. For he is only interested in one kind of interest....

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He was a servant's son, young and proud But expressed his opinions out loud By the will of the King He braved the guillotine So now he heads off into the crowd...

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A queen banished from the land she loved She is still treated with the respect due her Yet all she can do is watch out a window Hoping to someday be allowed home To walk among the people she treasured And, once again, be with the man she loves © Poem – XIX/VII/MMXXV LRET ...

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A queen banished from the land she loved She is still treated with the respect due her Yet all she can do is watch out a window Hoping to someday be allowed home To walk among the people she treasured And, once again, be with the man she loves © Poem – XIX/VII/MMXXV LRET ...

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It's criminal what women'll do to keep a man down on the farm shed false tears strategy I fear pull the wool turn on the charm smiling all the while trap him wrap him twist him round her little finger and insist it seems should he linger longer than appropriate she deems for him to appreciate 'til he's tongue-tied up in knots with all those forget-me-nots keeping her...

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Consider the man in the street if you will what's he doing there standing stock-still maybe like the chicken he's crossing the road and half-way over with nothing better to do only slowed to admire the view perhaps he's pushing his luck for remaining stationary no doubt about it he'll be hit by a van car lorry or truck let's hope it's not...

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deeply dark and disturbingly mysterious diabolical and Gothic, with a hint of Victorian as punk as any bouquet that came before she smiled when she came upon them They were perfect, her man knew her well He was a keeper...

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