Morrison Poems - Poems about Morrison

Marion Robert Morrison his voice couldn’t be confused with Roy Orbison but he really gained his fame when he became known as John Wayne ...

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George Ivan Morrison the singing Irishman really earned his money my favorite song is Tupelo Honey ...

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Take some applause, for the message that floored The propaganda 2020... 21.. You stood tall, and spoke Loud 'Ulsters son stood unbowed' you could not be cowed' As humanity by power was defamed,l.' amidst false agenda Out on a bender, as so called experts called surrender! yet you..You! Stuck to your truth, its really plain.! so there is no...

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From the Summer of Love this snake slithers Exposes its fangs from a sleeve of gold Shakes the Venice beaches to the apocalypse of Viet Nam A song A poem Black leather pants wrapped around Apollo The End A worldwide revolution lasting 11 minutes 42 seconds How many tens of millions of people have had their lives changed For so many decades By a trance...

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Sand dunes erode away the meadows, sunflowers turn to a shade of red, sanguinary pool of limbs and skulls, let’s swim here for the taste of the hue. Burgundy pyramid upside down mini top, spinning vortices of moon dust afloat, the door opens, inside a hawk faced man, he promises to tell me a story if I listen. A large serpentine worm weaves...

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Dreams of tropical beaches The dead won't let me sleep Money got me always on my feet A certain gift a contempt behind closed doors The sweetness of life illusions spelled out in a dream The dead won't let me weep Never ashamed but rather in awe Some kind of wonder that deulification To match your hypnotic blame Just you be certain I become...

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Behind the polished brass and red cedar She lifts the florescent bottles and glasses At her own classy pace She’s earned that right by now I understand well Her beauty a galaxy Bundled in dark space of the Miami hotel bar She’ll not be rushed To chop blend mix slice our Moscow Mules Folds her arms Reads the mantle of faces like unfinished portraits Propped to...

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Rider on the storm Rider on the storm I want to eat a worm I want to eat a worm I want to be the germ Infecting your epiderm Rider on the storm....

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Stephen Morrison Burke Respect to you Sir I absolutely love your work So much so i even took the time to look you up and google you And all because i seen you on the Nationwide T.V advert And my mum even noticed and thought you we're good too And that is saying something and a massive compliment...

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Scott Morrision says the USA had slaves, Australia did not The Aborigines may disagree, and women in the church, along with boys WE heard the scandal (Maybe sex slavery is really FREE!) Now, I know something else, those Queensland sugar plantations Deep in what HUGH TINKER (no Indian) called "New Slavery" since 1838! Once Britain showed great heart to...

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In adolescence he created the myth That untamed —devoured him (Dreamsleep: April, 2020)...

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i use to run around, cause trouble when in the town, called people loads of names, i think back, and now ashamed, i walked up on the wrong path, i could not see just how bad, was up to no good, i caused trouble where ever i could, as the years went on, something changed me to do no wrong, i found someone that,s...

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there was a lass named libby who was from bonnie ayr she walked a thousand miles with her flag in the air marching the streets of glasgow with thousands men and more looking out for our kids making sure there not poor she,s has had her life of trouble and hardship also there so she turned to the lord Jesus and say,s some little prayers. hoping he...

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strip through the barbed wire fences at second type glances string along the passion of thick glances through its trances little one what have we discovered to become bitter with a smile begun shack through the leaves as if a Cobra glance parade in advance; love has encountered a token down by the ocean beg a dance pollution Cidar milk...

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Steamy prophetic poet stepping into his astral plane Conjugating with the obsessed erect minds of his congregation Slithering in his wet leather crow-black pants Tight enough to be skin Perched on his precipice of passion To stage the light to his soul Descending upon the stunned hungry eyes As he swayed opening his mouth To the bulging sweltering sound Of unworldly magnetism Panting illusions of...

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