Maces Poems - Poems about Maces

... Shielding Darkness with Virilities of Light One with the Sword of the Most High, Promethean by the Thunder, Supreme by Rain Forever Rising on this Quest Uncaged, I AM the Blazing One, Soul......

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...The newborn dawn caresses outstretched arms of cattails surrounding the circumference of a tranquil pond. Before breakfast the reed maces say grace, and beckon for warmth on an April day. The......

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...all gym op Ill chumps free caw’s paces. ball brim bop dill thumps see jaw’s maces. call crim cop grill pumps knee saw’s cases. nonsensical word play is the aces! doll dim drop shrill humps plea......

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...its a kilt and not a quilt we are free dangling souls not out of kilter for we value balance and freedom there is no hidden agenda as we battle opposition with harmony and steadfast equilibr......

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... "Puzzle Stomped" Pieces scattered placed on a table with boundaries between the incarcerated margins there are strict conditions Ti......

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...Common sense, larger than life Encapsulated in minds that appreciate sanity’s value To actualize and revitalize purposes more precious than strife As people of goodwill enable diverse dreams to co......

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...William Branton has just run into camp as if the earth is falling away from his heels, he has spotted a large cluster of Indians to the south moving towards us on horseback, an estimated 100 + Bra......

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...A sudden awakening, An urgent hand shaking my shoulder, Through weary eyes I see the valley blackening, Their steady thunderous march animates river and boulder, Allowing only a moment's reprieve......

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...Our minds in mouths agape When lost the game at Ashe Our minds with you in pains Shaking we are in silence Aces lost in paces Paces of your races Sour the foot to graces Unforced errors not ......

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...The light was dim, the corner was damp In the darkness sat a beggar An empty bowl beside,with a small lamp. The clock on the tower was showing nine At night; the beggar looked And shivered, th......

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...Load… Pure caprices are moral thing. China tyranny all are sins. Come to sing are whistles cases. Drives with forces are men with maces. Sheer as wools are wolves with coats. Tubs to thumps are came......

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...The days of ancient Rome, there were battles Staged for the spectators; fought to the death, Gladiators entered an arena Fight until they had taken their last breath The Gladiators could choose......

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...What, but in this dismal life should appear My hopes, my dreams, true love All seem to fade Into the distance I reach My eyes begin to tear My heart pierced through with loves wounding blade! ......

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