Freedom Paradise Poems

Land of the seas and glorious sunshine
Sparkling Pearl of the Orient Sealine

Strategically and truly well-placed 
This great country's sun-kissed islands are laced

Lined up with palm...

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My balls smell like a crisp morning in the alpine suck them and you'll feel fine perhaps enjoying it more after we have a bottle...

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Glistening through the heavens, stars – insights
Music in rhythms of laughter, breathing, echoing
Freedom, joy, pleasures like none other – highlights
From the darkness, pouring over the...

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A land of virtues with cultural grace
For myriad religions, a home place
A peace loving paradise by nature
Honoring traditions, its grand feature

Many a scholar hailed from...

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Steal James Dean's car
Paint it
Marlboro Red
Marina Blue
Cocaine White
Slip down and cruise the coast
Skip town on the drop of a dime
1955 Porsche 550 Spyder in the...

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I succumb to ecstasy.
Your voice, your lips.
I quiver, then chip....

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The beach is her sanctuary
her solitude of freedom
a place she can
throw off her flip flops
and strip her feet naked
spreading her footprints everywhere
without fear of judgement...

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"The Tree Hugger and the Lost Paradise"

They called her 
the tree hugger,
her forest was full 
of trees that watched
silently, they had 
no mouth to speak,
rustling...

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I have faith in brighter days like these
And have hope in kinder ways of speech please
I have no doubt in this mind…
I don’t want to...

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Happy as this beautiful bird of nature,
Which can easily find its food.
Cheery as the bird of paradise,
Which gives hope to the destitute.

Darling, spring comes once...

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WHERE I AM FREE


My freedom lies beyond 
the cloud of unknowingness
beyond mists of time where
I disappear into olive groves
which furl and unfurl in slow dawns

Here...

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Pirates Remember

In the days of old, 
the ships were bold, 
and went anywhere they pleased. 
They were men, 
hard men, real men...
released from the burdens...

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The NY EBS

There is talk of war. 
There is rumor and propaganda. 
There is concern and worry. 
No one wants to die. 
No one wants...

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All 

As I look back these days, 
over the years that have gone by... 
faster than I thought they were moving
at the time I was...

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When a nation cries, death rides the reaper is a stride, the loss of reasons in a Ludacris season, where men of nations think they...

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