Moscow Poems - Poems about Moscow

It caters to an arrogance of hate when war becomes a method of despite. Through vile contempt, he seeks to cultivate a dogma that defines inhuman blight. The devil’s plan has given due consent to let annihilation be the goal. Let hands be clean, let hearts bear no lament as slaughter tends to those without a soul. Such dogma fades when blood...

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As swift assaults endeavored to prevail, the magnitude of death was asinine. ‘Twas such a toll above a measured scale that no explicit value could define. As battles raged, no exploit could surmount the endless waves that fell within the storm. Such tolerance exceeded Heaven’s count and thus, infinity became the norm. But still they charged into the depths of hell with nothing but...

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And all the world would change forevermore, for solitude’s content has come undone. Its island bliss could harbor it no more as destiny unleased the rising Sun. The sleeping giant woke to see its rays unfurl their wrath upon its harbor gate. They struck with stealth, setting it ablaze and left the world not knowing of its fate. And as the...

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"I follow the Moskva and down to Gorky Park- listening to the winds of change" - Scorpions All the heads of state and their spouses (or significant others) have arrived and been seated for this, my last show at Gorky Park, here in the heart of Moscow. For twenty odd years our troupe has staged this re-enactment of...

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Moscow The winter sun, the sense of the cold season! Heavy snowfall was closing the window of my car. Tire sounds echo in the tracks of the road. Confidence sound effect. The noses of the traffic cops on the highway were in shades of pink. The view from the hotel's window was the thrall rise of another hotel. Because the woman...

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powdery snow-drenched coldest in seventy years eyes frostbitten from hot tears frozen mustaches stalactites dripping with chill million ruble lunch to thaw...

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Watercolor Cat, Watercolor Cat, You are the most wonderful Watercolor Cat I have ever could dream about, And I wonder, my friend Watercolor Cat, and admire you perplexed and mesmerized, Tell me, how you know and how you do that you stand up straight and mastered this dignifying posture, Like a masterpiece, And these yellow eyes, like sunflowers, while sitting...

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“Let’s Ban War” Have your ever thought About banning war? How much better we All would be If we just banned war? So much more we could do. We could buy food And clothe the poor. We could chase butterflies Around in a Zoo. Look at monkeys That looked like you. There is so much we could do, If we just banned war. We could tuck our boys In down filled...

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destined sacredness in the red of the blood, intertwined shoots from the wisdom of redemption: - Woman, no one has ever trusted us more than the good God, he entrusted us with all his love, with the seed of the worldly fruit, by his favor we find delight, - Man, no one has ever trusted us more than the good God, he has...

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to me nothing new who you have been never knew crowd up who you drew they were in NATO seemed to be hot potato also SEATO then when at table attach dishes when able to remain stable always polluting had been beleaguered Putin breeze away shooting we had been humble Trump would stumble and bumble grouch who did grumble out he liked to lash Trump had been big bunch of trash together...

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Mitch McConnell believes in fair play Just as long as it all goes his way There is no fact Mitch can't redact Or Donald J. Trump will make him pay!...

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For one second... Say you had a family member shot and killed in the middle of 5th Avenue...... You would be devastated and rightfully hurt..... Now comes the murder trial of the man who killed your family member.... You then notice the jurors being brought in.... Smiling winking and giving a thumbs up to the...

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Growing Glitch in Moscow Mitch What we found was a growing glitch, That would appear in Moscow Mitch; Chews his cud; Real dumb dud, Then it tight together he must stitch. Jim Horn...

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Moscow is not in Russia. It’s a town in Tennessee. It’s full of trees and flowers and shops for you to see. We have industry and commerce although we’re a small town, and some people come to visit but wind up hanging ‘round. Others go shopping in our fair town square while some come on weekends to breathe our country air. Whatever is your reason to work...

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'twas very many years ago On a train to ancient Moscow: A man on the back row quietly sat, Like a rat hiding from a ferocious cat. Slow-and-steady the wheels rolled (On that winter night very cold,) As the erstwhile where he sat mute, Stared at a figure before him so cute. And for many hours on that train Which journeyed down Moscow's lane, He...

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