Munificence Poems - Poems about Munificence

...Harried Harris heir still feels horrid courtesy heist he doth declare... Earlier this merry month of May a goniff who possibly did gossip about his/her surreptitious exploits when he/she brazen......

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...Doing absolute zero endeavors Earlier today March 28th, 2025 (thee hour now fifteen minutes after eight o'clock at night, cuz yours truly & wife paced back and forth from one room to the othe......

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... "The wait is over Northern wind whistles carol Christmas in the air." - Quote by Poet Merry Christmas time is in our joyous sight, embraced by the frosty December ambiance, as the sun-s......

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...Convalescence of Richard McGeehan Spouse of my eldest sister marital bond fixed in place strong as mortise and tenon, he hales of hearty Irish stock genes of said septuagenarian analogous to ......

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... Though curved like a question mark, she walks without a Zimmer frame. Will she ever veer from the narrow, nonsensical dirt road? She earns, mopping, scrubbing, laundering, and curryi......

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...In the undulating landscape of confused existence, I walk my confounded life on the path of illusion, chase the mirage of endless desires. I wander disillusioned in the wasteland, seek......

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...A nurse with near exhausted patience Trying to fix back a dislodged needle: An order from her fought clear conscience, When she could task stop to just tweedle; She’d spent all her purposed munif......

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...A cartridge filled with a horde of shackled emotions, am I, Trifle feelings loiter within me, until she elicits them out, Wizened by time, she knows that otherwise I might turn mordacious... God ......

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...The year ends with the Christmas time, freezing in the festive December air, as the sun-soaked days fade out at the glacial edge of the lasting night. The celebration panorama draped......

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...At a time when a vital organ of mine began to fail, I thought that was the beginning of the end. The miserable mind plunged in the abyss of despair, for modern medicines seemed not to work. A......

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...Which Modern Man longs For the folksongs Helped by rusted gongs Or their lines sing to a throng, Very sure that nothing is wrong? Which Modern Man eats with bare hands, Because on them unsee......

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...I was waiting still Wandering, dreaming in the frozen tundra, communing with echoes of unformed shadows each season, I swore that this Silviah will surely come someday As angels share dreams......

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...Those rarer men I once fondly knew... Many dead now... What remains of them they are so Few. Am I to die when numbered Amongst the......

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...The art of friendship one can own in warm silence, sepia tones. Or very loud! with passion and wild music; painted vivid and with broad palet and brush strokes. That is you,......

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...Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 39 Carbon molecules woken up by thunder Is violence life-wire of existence Can God come into being beyond Nature Violence in warp and woof of......

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