Lucretia Poems - Poems about Lucretia

...These are modern English translations of love poems by Geoffrey Chaucer. These are poems of love, longing, passion and desire. To Rosemounde: A Ballade by Geoffrey Chaucer translation by Michael......

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...Marjorie Taylor Greene Congressperson who loves to preen From Northern Georgia A notorious reputation like Lucretia Borgia FIRST PLACE WINNER written June 28, 2021 exclusively for "A Brian St......

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...Lucretia Mott The meeker sex, she was not! At the convention in Seneca Falls Showed men aren't the only ones with balls! 1/26/19 For Educate Me with Humor contest Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich......

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...She was as radiant as the sun Her skin shone like the moon Like flowers blossom in June Far back in time I could remember From January and down to December We boasted about the virtues of our w......

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...She lay quietly musing onStreams of suitors. Chaste damsel she was, Till men of the under- World broke-in in Numbers,carried her to Another world,under theStars,de-flowered her, Men with......

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...orange, red and gold brush strokes of brisk swirling winds autumn’s artistry Sponsor: Russell Sivey Contest Name: Autumn, Fall Colors (poem must be named "Autumn Colors") ......

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...When compassion touches lonely hearts, seeds of hope grow. Sadness withers, as flowers of love flourish. © Lucretia Crouse 2012 Naani means an expression of one......

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...upon the cliffs I tarry ~ still as sunset bids adieu to day I feel so cold, a deadly chill upon the cliffs I tarry ~ still so desolate, bereft of will with trepidation, feet of clay......

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...He violently did penetrate, that part of her That had been until now, Hers alone to contemplate. His objective was to plough And sow his seed and seal her fate. She could not disallow. And oh ......

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...Bite this flesh of yellow burnish, Suck deep of citrus and see, if The beauty of the textured surface Can be endured in reality. Screwed up eyes and peeling lips, The tremored hiss of breath, in......

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