Master Poems - Poems about Master

I watched a man play with a spider On the end of it's own web the other day Curious How what keeps one safe Can be another's play toy - Playing you like a puppet, Moving to its masters every whim The question is Who is the puppet and who is the master?...

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“Your thoughts are the architects of your destiny.” ? David O. McKay **************************************************************** Architect of Our Destiny ...

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Circumstantial evidence is weak, reticent statements left outta discovery; witnesses for the defense riskn purgery, cuz if they don't fear God, it's cuz they ain't heard of me! I relish the street's imperfections, being so absolutely obstreperous, cantankerous representation populating the office of the president. Miscalculation's evident, scary in its own, as we all kno...

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I love the way your tears Meander through the secret seams Etched by time upon my face. I love the way your sundry eyes Light up When my world turns dark. I treasure your novel designs, Masterfully brushed against a sun-kissed sky. I relish in the cool, tender cradle Of heaven’s clouds upon the earth, Where I rest in an angel’s quiet embrace. I love...

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He was a puppet master She was a willing marionette We might get married he lied She loved the idea They were together for fifty-two years He is the love of my life she told everyone Never married, for he was forever single His blank promises kept her magic hopes alive...

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Skin softened by sadness Alone in madness Let's damage the plot So they talked but we forgot Still forged strength in fires Laughing at their desires We're all we got Fate did not hold us prisoner But I'll still provide Cradle the parts Flattened by neglect They can't harm what's next Love has no contest Same in same out I was bright but too dark Quiet but too loud Kind but...

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A billion ants all march'd in line Their Queen doth bruise 'n' bleed them dry For these poor creatures, world stops not And no eyes turn'd when one doth drop. A billion ants all beat 'n' broke Their minds be torn, their souls revoked Be turn'd to slaves and free from trust To feed their monster's greed 'n' lust. A billion ants whom...

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And so the day comes to an end Oh how I wish my soul would mend The grief one feels is beyond reproach When they obby so bad, they need a coach I jump and weave and try to progress But the obby is fierce, one measurable test But my soul was saved when from the heavens Came THE OBBY MASTER, (his...

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Macavity, oh Macavity, he's a master thief He's no cat, he's a cotton bag, he jumps off a cliff Macavity, oh Macavity, he's a cat of depravity He's broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity You may see him all the time, Macavity's everywhere But when you reach the scene of the crime, he's not there! Macavity, oh...

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Up your gears Cheat your fears Drown your doubts And move up Learn a trade And how to trade Be a master In your game Conceal your cards Evade the darts Be smart and wise And score good...

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The Masters Touch Your gentle touch has saved my life healed the wounds of a life of strife. Your gentle touch has helped me see the ripened fruit of the living tree. Your gentle touch grabbed me by the hand and pulled me from the sinking sand. Your gentle touch reached down from the cross and purchased me at great cost. Your gentle touch will carry me home and I will kneel at your...

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The Poet found the words that sang like a tune, as he followed the notes that fell upon paper, in black and white. He dressed his best in a tuxedo he found in an old chest. It belonged to a Master of Poetry by the name of Shakespeare, who left it behind on a peer....

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a master of suspense, a teller of dread he wove his tales where shadows tread with cameras rolling and stories tight he painted fear in the blackest light a train in the night, a stranger’s glance he’d twist the ordinary into a dance of danger lurking, unseen yet near the thrill of the unknown, the taste of fear a flock of birds, once...

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A well-seasoned witch, so there's a lot I have the power to do I can be a nightmare - or I can be a wet dream for you I can sabotage you and make you lose - or I can make you win I can shower you with blessings - or cover you in shadowy sin I can punish...

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Christmas What does it mean? The Birth of Jesus Christ for Christians For the Christians, but not for all – drink, party, and more Holiday, gift-giving, glittering illusions – where is the love? Far, so far. Maybe He ran away and is afraid of people Yes. No, oh no. We are the highest creatures! Humanoids! Free will be given to the...

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