Informed Poems - Poems about Informed

Oxymoron of the day: Politically Correct “Hi, I’m Carl Palmer and I approve of this poem.” The Informed Voter Donald Trump called, knew my name, called me Carl, left a message, I wasn’t home. Hillary Clinton called, knew my name, called me Carl, left a message, I wasn’t home, darn. Excited that so many candidates want my vote who sent me mail, filled...

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Why did the Native Tribal man decide to build the tee-pee for shelter? Why did the origin of Africa build dirt houses?      The Caucasians and Australians architectural designs formed. Does anyone know why people of color are called the dumb ones?      A discovery of DNA found that the mongoloid blood was the riches. Next came the...

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Informed What is it like To know the truth apart From all the devious scum liars Hablo...

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INFORMED BY A WHISPER Enveloped in the mysterious viewed indistinctly as through a mist,waiting the call.The inspiration of genius to be invoked by success,wild freedom and liberty of imagination informed by a whisper, unconscious of the operation of the mind,left as a legacy from this tenancy of life.To separate that which is true from only the plausible, caution and circumspection is discarded by...

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A sheet of paper; a telephone call Family informed. Breaking news; MOD confirms Family informed. Anonymity uncovered; soldier named Family informed. One happy life ends, a sad one begins: Family deformed. An old room is emptied, a new grave now filled: Family deformed. A soul rests in peace; a parent, the spectre of torment: Family deformed. Family informed: Casual: rather matter...

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We are informed before birth Yet we all stray the dark roads Playing Russian roulette with our very souls We are informed of the consequences How ever this world can seem to have no fences to not cross And we must rely on our own common senses to not suffer any loss We are informed by our maker Of a dark soul...

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every now and then a firefly of the future tells me a story...

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