Long Peasantry Poems

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Though still within our infancy, 
we strive to thrive, but woefully 
we flash and flaunt our 'primacy',
display our trophies pridefully.
 
Our terra firma ecstasy
destroys survival's harmony,
lays waste to life on land and sea.
Mankind, thy name...

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Monah Kaur and Robert Kumar fled from London, came to ‘Hindustan’; tied the knot
The 'Singhs' stopped their songs and 'Kumars at no. 42' burnt their studio; this rebellion; they will forget not
A petite piece of...

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All these racists with their lies,
filling the airwaves with propaganda and strife,
Stalins with soundbytes, Magellan their drivebys
 the pasts dead end street -topically jacknifed 
like it was the only course for a heading, point A...

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What natural
Is, tell!
The hawk in tabloid swoop did boast –
Whose sweetened-toil doth but
Stink, becometh it
A merry-menu nutriment.

The floods and the woods
Of their own stead in silent-words
– As a sentry –
Sendeth but a sober plea of...

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...“For two years we tried, but ambushes came,
they hit and run, would not stand up and fight,
the meadows were deadly, the forests were hell,
wherever we went, we were in their sights.

“Imagine one hundred million peasants
as...

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As the receding 
nestles of dying
love 
in full bloom,
now 
sadly blown away.

The seasons of 
the massacreing 
tides of Autumn,
the soothing winds
of change,
now gently at bay.

As love's decree
of passion 
resides at chamber,
felt within the door.

To conjure...

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Circular motions of mice dressed in vividly printed mushroom skirts. Could be acronyms for stars. Could bring the brooms to the brooks. Many a flea could clean a flowered stalk. While the emblem of an...

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I
 I the great leader of Africa, 
A true revolutionary of the pan African struggle
The acquitter ’s blood I enjoy, in the tears and sweat
Of the peasantry, I stroke and baptize all descendants
I the great...

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A ten pence curve on a nine cent? Oh dear. It is a shame when the circles form. Either a circumference is allowed to exist or it is chipped away. Thus is not the fault...

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The human experience fulfilling sensation,
our environment is our creation,
not ours originally,but ours to maintain,
natural system,needs are sustained...

Everybody has a bell that rings
cellular vibration,in song it sings,
a siren song enchanting desire
a high which takes you higher...

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Like a stalking hoarse,

Have endured shrewd days and night,

Like the physician ampoule,

Ready on my skin to pour.

flights from ignorance left these 

Strawberry marks,

Eyes glued on the object
 
compelled to the hard brown wooden logs ...

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A long sleeved sweater is far more applicable than a cardigan in a heat wave located in the bathroom. But falling snowflakes from showerheads is an uneven crust upon tiles. See now the little flea...

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 More than anything Nature fascinates me
Men living in close proximity to nature, I love to see
So I ramble into the city’s far outskirts
Watching ordinary people in commonplace pursuits
Imbibing much from the life of the...

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Built with the measurement of The Alive
For those once here but no longer thrive;
One J saw for a dog that didn’t ask for interment
And it was some lavish entertainment!

In the past, bamboos strung into a...

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Four minute warning they said
At the height of the Cold War
Just exactly four minutes
Not a split second more.
Four minutes warning of
Nuclear missiles on track.
Enough time apparently
For us to fire back.
Having got the message 
What would...

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The image burns within
my brain of an 
old medieval hall,
remembered from childhood
picture books.

The food is heaped
upon the board,
the shields are on the wall.
The lords and ladies
round the groaning table
flirt and watch the fools, 
the one...

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for as much as anyone would care to admit,

it all seemed rather molesting.

the skies held dominion over the peeled

despot of sunset.

women young and old shirked in peasantry

kissed two of their fingers.


they pointed at the cross...

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Robert Burns  - P is for Poet.

Intro- Rabbie Burns stated on his deathbed on 27th July 1796 that he did not want the Awkward Squad i.e. Scots Military firing a tribute to him at...

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Robert Burns  - P is for Poet.

Intro- Rabbie Burns stated on his deathbed on 27th July 1796 that he did not want the Awkward Squad i.e. Scots Military firing a tribute to him at...

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A joyous mountain. 
Exiled peasants. 
A spawning spring. 
To pleasure they seek 
At its peak. 
They are meek 
Yet kind and sheik 
With rags to wear, 
Frizzled hair. 
A castle was once their lair. 
With...

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You say that I only can see the bad parts. You can tell by the rhyme that I wrote. If food you call good, was all that it should, why'd it have to be shoved...

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she said he was a hoffknocka
a proletariat sort of peasant.
more so a woff doff casscul
a simon descendant of peasantry
he found comfort in poverty.
she refused to help him:
her brother whom
she loved as a child: but she
found...

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Wobbling wizardry waves wonderful wandering wilderness. When a beef cutlet equals two minus one h q it is said to be the time if the mountain rise. The mountain rise is a pagan peasantry. The...

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Itoro, most gorgeous of all
Blonde long hair, dropped through spinal
Brown bulgy pupil, her stare is a call
Ruby tender lips, her word is final.

Men craved for her pleasantry,
Her aura makes the devious act honest
 Elegance conceals...

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Slashed and burnt to golden brown
Frowned upside down, prithee now
Come diagonally to get here clown
Romp in delight as you were never found
Wanting, were you?

Wanton greedy bastard, turn back now
Carry on then in your mortal sin,...

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