Paragons Poems - Poems about Paragons

... “Words We Cannot Escape” Words we can no longer speak we tap dance over keys bruised blackly numb Winter palette in hand Autumn now gone across white-washed n......

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...Pauline and Malcom..Its ending in tears..You tore up the Chance.' You have enhanced many fears.' You've destroyed Credibility with such a deceitful agility.' In 'the Age you'll be Re-corded as no ......

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.... and there az i look'd up from uh central park bench the blonde bomb stared dow......

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...The aging street mourns its faded splendor. It remembers having red tulips and roses in manicured, fertilized, emerald lawns in community yards lining its borders. But neighborhoods gradually dec......

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...I love women who gracefully dance And sweetly sing; and women who Avidly read and who brilliantly think; I love women who love to love— And who despise to hate—and who Receive and give of th......

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... Life creaked upon me- one sound at a time- new eras pounced on me- like invaders, taking me for a ride in different directions- bending me to its will. It turned me, straightened me, and then co......

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... great expectations anticipated in the poetic heart Havisham delivered all and more for love, a separate unseen thief, tore the others’ worlds apart webs like ectoplasm from underneath......

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...Bonafide I am the poet The sinner The ardent lover Whose words remain unheard Mourned silently, whimpered alone Died unnoticed Never reborn I am the poet The mad The raving ......

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...Bonafide I am the poet The sinner The ardent lover Whose words remain unheard Mourned silently, whimpered alone Died unnoticed Never reborn I am the poet The mad The raving ......

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..."a long walk to reach my destination. I am still walking!" By Poet It was a lon......

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...Never meet your heroes is the old adage That’s not an issue for me I have none you see I find them such fantastic bores completely unrelatable rendering me weary with their straight laced scht......

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...Sunrise, sunset in adjacent systems blends behind a calm waterfall wake, the hollow unknown man only minds his altruistic poems of prism alchemy--cleverly arranging perfect crystal aurora petals ......

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...We were born to be real, not to be perfect Only one Child was given life, innocent at birth Everyone else was born with a flaw, or a defect and walks upon this planet called, Mother Earth If an......

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...Africa a continent of hope Paragons of love where overwhelming joy flows. Your blessed resources make you a source of attraction. Without you, the world is formless. oh! Beautiful Africa A......

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...Coffin dodgers and nursing home lodgers, wrinklies, pensioners and plain old codgers. A drain on society, archaic models of piety, bed blockers, youth knockers, paragons of sobriety. But is all......

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