Nomen Poems - Poems about Nomen

...Should we forget about freedoms.?? And accept some Pre-doms? Like a pre-bunking' so childlike and clunking.' Breaking structure much nomen-less clutter..' A nonsense of Pre-sense..' showing creden......

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...(A holy man speaks in Latin) Cito est illud tempus quo nemo non potest amplius currere et abscondere Nullae altae cuniculis aut altis muris te servabunt Deus enim venit in lucem, quam seme......

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...*Image of A Cedar Waxwing in Winter by The C Lab. a crack at the nutcracker sole *waxwing natures crowned nomen swathed pastel fair~ seats heart hints of hues *These birds are berry eaters......

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...ROSE GOLD (Part 1) Copper The composition of beauty should start with a solid, elemental foundation. Such is the selection of material that is bound to a goddess. But not just any goddess, th......

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...A country of dreams has burst its rainbow at all ragged seams In a state of affairs illusion of fusion and widespread delusion The constitution hallucinates as night settles scores of deceit ......

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...I studied the Roman epitaph Translation provided by museum staff Of a retired centurion of the 6th Legion Scratched in letters three inches tall on a gravestone found near Hadrian’s Wall The ......

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...more often than not, a knightly surge combs a pawn me, especially after the stroke of midnight, when hermetically sealed in my rookery, where bats in the belfry flap their ......

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...Nomen global style, Nomen style 1. I’m in this school because I’m learning real English. I’m walking down the hallway and I’m speaking only English. Here comes my homey, and he‘s telli......

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...My name is Legion: for we are many Legio mihi nomen est, quia multi sumus You who have the gift of life you who have the gift of love by Gods grace grant me the best of all gifts the gift of a merc......

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...standing at the edge of no more time I see the bottom of the grave it looks, of mud and cold without no rest in place malted ice flakes dancing in snow-ish rain i will not move no i can......

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...Well I'm sure ... Andrea is the awesome poetess that taught me ...about Etheree and for this I am thankful. Have you read "Digging for Diamonds? Talk about a gem! How about " Isa " ? or .."......

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...The school I've worked for half my teaching years is feeling more and more the woes of these hard times. I walk the corridor, remembering the better days before I felt this new malaise......

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