Hydrocarbons Poems - Poems about Hydrocarbons

... air I yellow pray blue faith gravity hope hydrocarbons ......

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...Once a milky winged stallion, I mistook you for an angel. I believed your majestic prowess. Like Zeus, I too hitched my chariot. Once the sparkling points of night, I mistook you for sky magic......

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...Dream In the realm of realistic eyes or surreal And there are you, prevailing all my sense My girl, the charismatic beauty of world On the blooming bud of the Eden garden Flying with the butter......

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...You are smoking hot You have built up my Aromatic Hydrocarbons Inside my heart Igniting these feelings I can’t cool them down I have called 911 they can’t help The fire department Doesn’t......

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...Asking neither names, nor historical periods, Clio draws wide circles of popular masses around square lonelinesses. What's all this noise about? A rich man’s circumference is longer than a pauper’s o......

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...A pointing stick on a pointing curve is a bit treacherous especially after rain. But if a rainbow is a grinning sky and a moon is not moody then the sun would be a titan awareness of a zenith sheet. ......

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...If you see father Ken Saro Wiwa Tell him about me as a mouth to his songs, Tell him that they have removed the meat He gave to us and gave us grasses; Dirty grasses to replace our milky meat, We......

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...Negligible morsel of biomass my fat belly, formerly abs insignificant yet it occupies me hourly while bored or hungry. Fat is what? a picture of despair, giving up caring or man out of balanc......

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...For “EARTH HOUR” we pledged without words rearranging, Let us try and attempt to stop things from changing Am doing my bit as promised to myself and me, wrote a poem on “earth hour”, published it......

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...British dug dead holes never to atone. Tar ablaze the oil rigs drill and plunder As golden hands rely on this dead zone, Beneath white lilies and silver blue seas, We sanctify black vicious cr......

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...Neglected and forlorn like the parent uncared for left to the ravages of time the great pyramids of Khuf Khafre and Menaura sit. The city about them spewing the gases of man into the once pri......

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...half-clad cult of violence boiling their soulmates roasting the foes one by one killed by a ligature they were building the dams ......

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