she
she
she walked along the silken shore
crocheting thoughts and even more
morning could not unravel her
men’s lustful eyes freely traveled her
she cleaned the windows of my soul
laying together between satin sheets
she took my life and rhymed for me
those lines which had always dangled free
and in her hands i could be
an emperor of my destiny
hers was a life
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Categories:
paupers, fantasy, love, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Paupers Living On Counted Hours
What have we done to our blue skies what have we done to our land
neglectful beings that we are we abused the works of His doting hand
What made us think that we were Kings in a Kingdom not quite ours
with Mother Nature maimed we're paupers, living on counted
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Categories:
paupers, analogy, natural disasters, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Poets Are Paupers
Mother told a story yesterday
of how poets die in black penury
she said I won't be a pretty poet
as my dreams dance on my ink
"Poets are mirror of deceit and pain
craving beyond the debris of life
over my dead body will you be one!"
she pulled down the heaven on me!
a woman is a country
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Categories:
paupers, art, career, depression, desire,
Form: Ballad
Prince Among Paupers
While I'm not so sure
I would go so far
as to exchange our WhiteHouse Prince
with our homeless shelter Paupers,
I would support
a matriarchal unlobbied petition
that our WhiteHouse Prince
could best reside in nearby resonant shelters
where he will find all the advisers
and secretaries
and counselors
he may need,
and more,
about what not to do
to further offend
those who could never afford
even a part-time
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Categories:
paupers, health, humanity, humor, integrity,
Form: Political Verse
Paupers Grave
Verily I say unto thee,
The subjects of kings are not free.
They answer to all the king’s court.
Submitting a yearly report.
If rulers own part of thy time,
With a tax on every dime,
Then thy freedom and liberty
Is a fallacious fantasy!
Canst thou even speak to thy kings?
Nay! Thou must speak to underlings!
Not to bishops, but to friars.
Not to
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Categories:
paupers, life, political, society,
Form: Rhyme
Parasites Paupers and Presidents
Oh God what is wrong with your people
Can you feel it, the pain and the loss
Are we each to be martyred and broken
Our sentence to end on the cross
The world cries in vain, for a leader
You killer, you pervert, you *****
As each tears the other, to pieces
Still they clamber to sit on that chair
There are
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Categories:
paupers, betrayal, corruption, ireland, political,
Form: Rhyme
City of Paupers
You name it ‘the city of dreams’, I m alien to this city
Such an enigmatic crowd, paupers full of versatility
This isn’t an account on beggars, I m not here to preach
Just amazed how varied ways of begging are adopted by each
Some pinch their infants and make those innocent souls weep
Some victim to physical violence, those
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Categories:
paupers, satire,
Form: Rhyme