Paean Poems - Poems about Paean

Draw back the curtains at your wake To welcome in October And heartily libation take Lest the old crows find you sober Invite your fond familiars in Each cat and rat and magpie Ignite your jack-o’-lantern grin And kiss the moon at midnight Fling far and wide your festive gold Let no leaf go unvarnished Stoke hearth and heart against the cold Lest silver linings tarnish....

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Its rich and charismatic smell Entranced ancestors by its spell. Caters to all tastes, young and old, Strikes hot against the common cold. Its secret lies deep yet well known - Plucked essence boiled to the bone. Favourite flavours that go in Depend on cultural cuisine. In winter, spring, summer or fall - One Chicken Soup for every...

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Poetic paean to papa's princess Otherwise titled: Mien wonderful wedded divine wife...., whose piercing deliverance, a balm ameliorating tattooed strife despite being dirt poor, (especially after dirty deeds done... generating thunderstruck ac/dc current hmm... maybe due comeuppance being scammed to the hilt) suspicion toward comportment of people rife with deliberate intent to jackknife cumulative net worth, and now yours truly evinces trust nobody motto (dialogue we hear...

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Happy May Day, all you PS boys and girls...EVOE! Squeeze a cherry and let it sit, And don't forget to take out the pit. Let it ferment, At least a day as a rule, To give it some zing And a kick like a mule. Do the same with the blackberry, There on the vine, Then fill full the flagons With festival wine. From cherry to...

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I crowned the write full missus "champ paean practical joker" The following moniker “innocent prankster” awarded, hashtagged, and qualified wife as trickster de jure appended to alluded spouse (then of twenty five plus years), when she pulled a doozy ruse upon me innocent gullibility approximately eighteen months ago, which aftertaste still lingers in my mouth. Unbeknownst, the wife appeared unusually upbeat, she did...

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When life is full in my throat, I pray with an embryonic want. I hear the needs of the innocent and dragons, they do not seem so different to me. The plaintive calls of the lost, the tigers panting bruit are not so different. I am what the egg wants. I want a pulsating engine that crashes through the tangle of this worlds face. I want a hammer-bright...

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In sundry ways deaf to your zeal Which foxy whims fruitless sway, My wandering self did finally feel Pearliest sparks of your legit ray. Inured by bestial blinding decoys Which easiest-faring limb obeys, I did heed a deluding artful voice That upon artless hearers preys. For want of fine wholesome sense Which your ancient anthems teach, My guessing soul staggered tense; Serf to...

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Poetic paean to papa's princess Otherwise titled: Mien wonderful wedded divine wife whose piercing deliverance..., a balm ameliorating tattooed strife despite being dirt poor, I cherish her pricelessness, how nice, a beacon complementing/ supplementing homelife, who will forever be with me even during our (mine atheistic couched) afterlife. She, the mother of our deux darling daughters, I adore though ofttimes, she never knows... expressing love tis quite an arduous chore concerning...

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A light beacon in the iciest of regions, Solar winds full of both brilliance and bluster Glory of trenchant travelers from afar; Skyward sorcery that time does not mar. Shining with such a wonderful lustre, Lantern of lucidity wherefore philosophers seek a Reason. As every Winter grows thick, The prowl of the sabretooth, The hunger of the polar bear, The pale of the moon's...

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A Paean of Love I love you so much my Love that I feel my heart will burst, I crave for you so intensely that you can’t quench my thirst. You are with me always, whether I am awake or I’m asleep, Without my knowing, in my mind you always furtively seep. More precious than all the riches...

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THE MARX BROTHERS or The Unimportance of Being Earnest I will praise the brothers Marx for their absurdity As all ‘fools’ who mask high wisdom with the artless May they lift our spirits faced with an adversity The rejection of such gladness would be heartless For when loosed of strictures rife with disapproval Their spirits could create with wild abandon Then without...

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Now, at last, I finally understand: I can never be complete within myself... without You, my emotions betray me, my mind counteracts itself, hope will flee me, despair will eat me, unless I reach out for Your love with a child's open arms.......

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My door is decked with holly and pine, The larder’s stocked with fancy food and wine. Tiny lights twinkle on bannister and tree, Dozens of cookies to bake, if there’s time free. Knitting needles flash for each gift, Presents need wrapping, but my spirits lift, As I look forward to visitors sharing This season of love and caring. Corny old movies to see, Golden...

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Formerly the Philadelphia Electric Company, I wholeheartedly acclaim founded in 1881, and incorporated in 1929, thence acronym (PECO) byname viz this recipient as longtime customer, I herewith favorably deliver ...

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Skype tells me it’s your birthday, Polly Ross, a disembodied message from the ether that nipped me like a redback. “Southern Cross” – remember that? So, hurl it in my teeth, or delete me, tweet me, blank me, come across – do what you will, I’m living with the loss. You probably no longer give a toss. If only I’d...

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