Long Ney Poems

For those who Seek China's Hand,
For those whom China seek thy sand,
For those who gladly lay with this Communist Swine,
For those who shook, danced and dine,

'We are Coming for you!'
Be you single or doth mingle,
Be...

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Sleep O’Sleep we all must be,
Tucked ourselves between pillows comfy,
While Rough men fought and sacrificed bled,
That’s what the Great Winston Churchill said,

All is talk and talk with words,
None does deeds, all flightless birds,
For those who...

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Deep within the world so modern,
Lies a hidden road not trodden,
That states the obvious truth be told,
Printed in ink black and bold,

That lost in worlds of ecstasy,
Trapped in snares of misery,
That wars the rumors be...

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It’s a chill and rainy Saturday night in New Haven - it’s Superbowl eve! My roommates Leong, Anna and Lisa and I were playing a game of Upwards - it’s a scrabble-like word game and...

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As the sweltering heat finally simmer's down to it's most modest degree. I notice some
one resting right beside me, someone who once had a home and family, now we're
both are homeless-both are distraught. Upon the...

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Thy precepass is given the longing of what lay & lingure fore the taste
of victory still bitter sweet to the tounge, & thy exume'eth thy Love in a
prosperous fortitude of Love which give'th 'Thee happiness...

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(York Assizes, 20th August 1612)
Judge Sir James Altham, Speyks,

Tha wi power t’ eeal
wi power t’ cumfort
logic an’ knowledge
ney i’ t’ nivver t’ be,
nobbut God grants ‘is 
holy wesdom t’ select few.
T’ thee wi nooa gumption
livin’...

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Thy will is a poem
Wrot from thee
Consumeth thy
In light heavenly

From thy will comeths thee
What is thee poem
In thee yet to be
Doth thee do i know

What should i do 
Where do i go 
With this poem
Where...

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~I Know . . . I don't Know~
Thee This Crept From me,
Thus dawning of Thy'en Sunlight, is Thus Dawn
of The Mourning Light, Twhich is Thus Mourning
& Mourning Thus Loss Return of Thyn,
twiss is which page...

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Greys-fuhl swords of light pierce the clouds,                            ...

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His Hide Was Too Wide
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Poem: Never Give Up!

   Change means growth and letting go of the past. I know it can be easier said than done. I reached a place in my life that I don't want...

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MEDITATION      IS      MUSIC


The raga’s minor keys flood my mind, unlocking a balancing shiver, pranayama and Om,

Its rhythmic tones in harmonic relation,  echoing season and...

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~Forever End~

To Thy, Be, an over barring
Baron, of Lesser Bliss to
the Sarcasticness. Lesser, is
the Evil, Ney, Thy is lesser . . .
Lesser Be the evil in our
Heart's, Fore, Thyn is closer
to the one & God,...

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A LIMERICK OR THREE INSPIRED BY THE
TOM CUNNNINGHAM
on
JAN ALLISONS
BIRTHDAY
~~~~~~~~~
there is a poetry soup poet called Tom
at composing limericks, so well done!
a birthday wish he wrote for Jan,
a birthday date I did ney ken!
Oh I wish...

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Pichli shab ki tanhai mey ..
Yaadon ka aik album nikla .. 
Guzrey maho saalon mey 
Jis k safhey safhey per 
Her chehra kuch khta tha ..
Kuch tasveerein dhundli thiin bohat 
Kuch ka chehra shanasa daikha..
kuch...

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Ive just joined a group called poetry soup
A troop of writers , Ney intellectual fighters 
They lay themselves bare , Pray you care
To take the time , read there rhyme 
and ask them the question
What...

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The  deli-girl  fumed  and  was  swearing 
At  the  Frenchman's  request , so  uncaring .
"Sir  you  are  the  dregs
NO !!  I don't...

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Winter night, a blessed night.
Chim..ney  bill..ow..ing pale white.
Milk and cookies on the hearth
Waiting, Santa Claus festive loud mirth.
Gifts left under the tree.
Full and merry was he.

Winter night, a blessed night.
Children smile at the sight.
A...

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I was travelin’ one day in Monroe
when I met a fair maid with a hoe.
Her garden was full.
Then in came the bull
so, she thought why not steak to go!

Her cupboard was bare, no meat was...

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