Long Cyril Poems

The wails that disturb very few in their bed
Reach only the ears of the psychic… or dead

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how Africa will be if influential leaders 
continue speaking the truths 
about injustice in the  World? 
It is always good to speak the truth on earth.
I always pray  millions of people to get used
 to...

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They Called Him Diamond

They called him Diamond still do and his colour is black like 
scorched earth frozen shadows of hell shafted and grafted on 
his scarred broken shoulders deprived of not only his name...

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I remember it as if were yesterday
VE Day...well, not exactly
but, close enough for me
The actual surrender of Italy
May 2, 1945....but the damn Americans
Always the Americans wanted May 8
So, it's May 8th, but I'll always remember...

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True talk heals, 
When someone speaks,
The truth about my small mistakes
As human being , 
I feel much comfortable. 
When someone speaks lies
About what I did not say or do, 
I feel so downhearted. 

Speaking the...

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And there the story might have ended 
But the bite on Suzanne's thumb 
Throbbed and became distended, 
'I must say, I feel a little rum', 
she said and lay down on her bed, 
but as...

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I remember the night of our anniversary so vividly.
Cyril, who locals call 'Cyril the Squirrel' because he's such a miser, 
had just taken a seat at the next table with his date Muriel, the local...

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We spoke the history of Flankers under the roof
Of your old school
And I, O I went interviewing for the proof
I have that little book lost somewhere
But in my heart I read it still
The little brown...

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Cyril is a squirrel that comes from the Wirral, 
he looks cute and furry but he's gone a bit feral, 
Cyril dislikes foreign squirrels, 
won't hear no ifs or buts, 
he says the tide of...

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YOU ARE THE PAPER AND I AM THE PEN

Hi Jenn, glad you are writing a poem today,
And ecstatic you are drafting it in a 
Happy and mostly pink notebook,
Which of course is me,
What on earth...

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It was the night before Christmas
Not a sound was heard
Except for the sound of Mods
Discussing the Foxestalk message board.

The subject was a Christmas party
Which happened every year
There was always panic among them
As the dreaded day...

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Cyril Flint walked Buckton’s center street,
the new sheriff of this Nebraska town,
he walked his beat, pacing up and down,
content to take in the cool morning’s peace.

A shot rang out, Cyril turned his head,
nobody ran throughout...

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...The months that followed were not kind,
a recall soon took his post from him,
and the angry eyes of the grieving kin
weighed so heavily upon his mind.

And word had gone out ’cross the land,
that Cyril Flint,...

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1 original, poem on the theme of ...Give me your zaniest funniest Poem you can Muster up~~Be Silly 

Cyril Brown

Oh his name was Cyril Brown ,
An he weighed 300 pound,
An the Sand goannas...

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Have been following CNN avidly, 
Learnt a great deal about American politics
Your Ex -President, an arrogant man to his core,
As opposed to a dedicated, humble, proud,
Soul searching man, President Joseph
Robinette Biden Jr. a Vice President...

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Once upon a time in Persia there was a monk,
in the monasteries of Euprepius eloquent.

To become Bishop of Constantinople in 428,
extirpating heretics of every sort - to abate.

Nestorius considered that Christ as a mere man,
denying...

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Sing me the song of the seventh moon
That orbits the planet of Tralaloon.
Where plants and animals might be the same,
The only way to tell is to ask them their name.
The animal’s names all start with...

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When once upon a time one had to knock at your friends door to see if they were in because your parents had put a cap on the phone bill to stop you ringing  ....
When...

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continues ....
(for it 'twas by him that she was awoken). 
'Dont listen to hate, or give in to fear, 
He said with a countenance kindly, 
remember your Vedas and mantras, 
Let your be life be...

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This is a very special day in Bulgaria, my friends. Here - 
http://www.balkanfolk.com/news.php?id=23 - you can read more on it.

marigolds

marigolds 
San Clemente*

and the sun that is
opening
we will lose ourselves
before they find us
in the eternal searching
for...

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I'm who I am
I'm the Prince of the Nyandeni Tribe
The son of Cyril Nyandeni
I'm the voice of the voiceless
I'm the warrior of thee Nyandeni's

I'm the voice of our tribe
I'm the poet
The most great full hero
I...

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" Living love is better than prophecying love "
Quote by poet

Why loving them? 
loving them more 
comfort them 
As they have generational fear.
Always think about the revenge 
Of the good people they ill-treated for centuries....

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She’s not exactly a stunner
Or a beauty contest top-runner.
Sometimes she slips up on  grammar.
But is that a reason to damn 'er?
Some men  want  gold and  not copper,
And more often than not...

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marigolds 
San Clemente*

and the sun that is
opening
we will lose ourselves
before they find us
in the eternal searching
for ourselves
(and the mind again
steps over us)
did you recognize the happiness
Ahasver**

marigolds 
(like an epoch) 
San Clemente

and I am bowing 


*In...

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