Ney Poems - Poems about Ney

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...It’s a chill and rainy Saturday night in New Haven - it’s Superbowl eve! My roommates Leong, Anna and Lisa and I were playing a game of Upwards - it’s a scrabble-like word game and we’re all strangel......

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.... The flock of Canada geese fly south to winter ......

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...Winter night, a blessed night. Chim..ney bill..ow..ing pale white. Milk and cookies on the hearth Waiting, Santa Claus festive loud mirth. Gifts left under the tree. Full and merry was he. W......

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...For those who Seek China's Hand, For those whom China seek thy sand, For those who gladly lay with this Communist Swine, For those who shook, danced and dine, 'We are Coming for you!' Be you s......

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...Sleep O’Sleep we all must be, Tucked ourselves between pillows comfy, While Rough men fought and sacrificed bled, That’s what the Great Winston Churchill said, All is talk and talk with words, ......

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...Deep within the world so modern, Lies a hidden road not trodden, That states the obvious truth be told, Printed in ink black and bold, That lost in worlds of ecstasy, Trapped in snares of mise......

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...Meena can drive Corona, whispered Tina to Nina. Is she a doctor? How could she master? Ney dear, it is Corolla.......

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...Reason you give, rings unsound, Beyond logic, and no longer valid, Premises of lies, conclusions rogue, Arguments and fallacies, just full of lies. Think you I be deceived, and love you again......

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...Thym tiss the Moon-light, Shawn on me, & a glimpse of The Sun, in my Mind... What was this Idea, Lost On Me... Fore, every tear, it seems, Ney it twas what I Lost, But how it seemed always lost......

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...I f y o ue ve rwo nde ......

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...Thus wilting becomes of me, the star so constant, yet so lonely, Was tiss the hight yet to be reached, what is our limit? Thy'est thunder reaps my soul for what it sews... What tiss thee end? ......

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...A LIMERICK OR THREE INSPIRED BY THE TOM CUNNNINGHAM on JAN ALLISONS BIRTHDAY ~~~~~~~~~ there is a poetry soup poet called Tom at composing limericks, so well done! a birthday wish he ......

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...Thy precepass is given the longing of what lay & lingure fore the taste of victory still bitter sweet to the tounge, & thy exume'eth thy Love in a prosperous fortitude of Love which give'th 'Thee h......

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