He Man Poems - Poems about He Man

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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will i create will i survive and paint words write dreams or will i fall victim to another hateful man too ignorant to learn rather than destroy that which he doesn’t know men like him will rule the world until we change or we die there is no other option and in this truth i feel scared and i hate that hate can make me feel small trembling and terrified knowing i am not enough to change it....

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Temp Tracking A.--------------------------------- ---------------------------- ------------------------ ------------------ He wrote a mini movie with characters villians and heroes. they scripted it to angle there starcasted charcter as a hero. He is to perform so that the film can be used to get the desired feel for the music we wish to produce. We used Theme and Theme Sounding songs as examples to direct the composers to what we wanted. A member of...

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Temp Tracking A.--------------------------------- ---------------------------- ------------------------ ------------------ He wrote a mini movie with characters villians and heroes. they scripted it to angle there starcasted charcter as a hero. He is to perform so that the film can be used to get the desired feel for the music we wish to produce. We used Theme and Theme Sounding songs as examples to direct the composers to what we wanted. A member of...

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That year the earth acted peculiar and parched the hatchlings screeched in the pulse of darkness mother bird had nothing much to offer not one insect, hopper nor crawler. Mother bird plotted then hatched a wicked plan to snatch a bag of worms from the tackle box man Mother stuffed plastic worms into featherless heads by the next day every last hatchling...

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Here is a man who sub-dues the com-mon, He rears an ar-my to keep a grim weap-on, He crafts bombs that scare, All types meant to tear, And kills in the streets till the dawn, on ...

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It started soft and slowly With only shallow things An itch or twitch or swallow But kindly not from me The walls would twist and turn at night And I’d be seeing things A pillow to hold a choir within And slowly simple things Would do more then make me mourn myself Do more then make me bleed My chest was heaving rocks and smoke Thrumming...

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