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Mor Poems - Poems about Mor


dhaay jeno mor sokol valobasa
May my love in total longevity My Lord, rush to thee, rush to thee, rush to thee May my deepest longing soaring high My Lord , finds your way, knowing thee, knowing thee, knowing thee My mind, may respond in time whence , the call will prevail wherever, however, and whenever, to answer yours , so it will...

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Categories: mor, song,
Form: Free verse
Tagoreweb dinguli mor
Those days of mine, unbridled underneath my golden sky, no longer misfit a gold coffer, intertwine That the core innermost mine, my serene rainbow, those days of mine, rainbow blossom Intertwine In grip, they grew beyond the yonder valley to this lowly glum and glee Those days of mine, unbridled underneath my golden sky, no longer misfit a gold...

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Categories: mor, baptism, introspection,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member Rin a Mor Ands Snazzy Jazzy House
Some neighborhoods have to have your color pallet approved. You can have gray, tan or light beige, but no snazzy colors that moved. Oranges and reds are frowned on, and purples are put in a sad place. To mention the word emerald would be more than a major disgrace. These houses look the same in a sea full of...

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Categories: mor, house,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member The Mystery of Eilean Mor
One hundred years ago on Eilean Mor On a lone lighthouse that was manned by three Their story lives on in local folklore What happened is a complete mystery. ~ A passing ship saw no beam in the night In Edinburgh port they raised the alarm Authorities feared something was not right Concerned the keepers had come to some harm. ~ They searched...

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Categories: mor, lost, mystery, scary,
Form: Sonnet
Premium Member An Gorta Mor, the Irish Famine 1845-1852
Ireland was suffering a terrible fate People were dying at an alarming rate The potato crop failed because of the blight Little help was given now that wasn't right. The rich fed their faces with meat so lean Whilst the poor people starved now I call that obscene Their fault it was not but you let them die The horrors they suffered...

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Categories: mor, candy, ireland,
Form: Rhyme




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