Manu Poems - Poems about Manu

... A dream for many a watch for some The Olympic journey, Here it comes!! It was in Paris, few days ago It rushed a shiver from the head to the toe. Flags carried through the Seine river......

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...The moon of the sky said to me at night, "Isn't man a strange being? He creates his own entanglements, And then, restless, stays awake, unable to sleep." "Do you know how ancient I am? I've se......

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...SOJOURN THROUGH TAROTSPACE Let me tell you a story, Of a deck of cards, in all its glory. Well, some will say, what’s the big deal? To them my humble reply, come, conquer, and heal. The stor......

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...At high noontime, the tires are burning in the streets The sound of barking dogs is everywhere; the cats of hell smell Like never showered rats who are locked up in death row cells Where the air d......

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...Revolution is a long word that no one should use lightly A revolution does not take place too often or daily In 1804, Haiti, formerly the Pearl of the Antilles Had a major revolution, which was a ......

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...In regnis verborum, ubi somnia avolant, Versum componam virtute purissima. Calamo in manu, cor meum flagrat, Narrabo fabulam, notissimam unquam. Super tabula caelesti gratiae, Colores amplexus......

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...Manu strolled to his stainless sink To wash his hands and have a think. He reached for soap, a bar was handy, A square pink cake that looked like candy. He ran the water, fresh and cool, And i......

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...Four cafés in his small town,  on fourth floor window looking at the neighbour tower , he saw his friend entering the  shopping centre He went to join him as he wanted to share a cup of coffee with......

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...I wax poetic as lifeblood imperceptibly doth wane Mine body electric analogous to Google map pronounced with arteries and countless varicose vein visible popping blood vessels leeches have......

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...What is this, what is that, who is this? There are words that we don't repeat twice Especially when we omit the little cedilla Please, my country is an island, a peninsula A very pretty country ......

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...The trill under the morning star rings out a gusto and vivacious song. Oh! Sweet merle your irrepressible melody defies all that is logic, the chill piercing morning still only an infan......

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...Is the rose, subtle tact, sweet smell wonderful sense... Portentous, pink look, pr yellow, white blue, black Manu colora, elegant silence in love dialogue... It is flowering, petal p......

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...predigitalis handmade and manu scripted......

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...As Autumn's Beauty Rests In Dying Of Its Leaves ( Vae cuius obturatus est signatum manu sua. ) ( Cuius spiritus in eis audita populi et ceterorum domantur socordiamque effusos) ( Cujus animam ......

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...IF ever I had a country - LXX LXX IF ever I had a country a constant prey to another marauding Bully And if ever by some impardonable mistake I were the intrepi......

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