Peasantry Poems - Poems about Peasantry

...I recline with my cherry tree musings… a fountain of blossoms cherub cheek complected rise and curve from the ground up into a heaven and cloud scene to spread in splendor a festoon of b......

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...Friendly user, you're so kind When you stop to look around I am standing right behind Like your shadow on the ground We can't see us, we are nowhere Its the largest realm on earth None of us ......

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...small & minute trivial in size &stature puppet-like low life rural peasantry dislayed history in jest of their day......

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...Four minute warning they said At the height of the Cold War Just exactly four minutes Not a split second more. Four minutes warning of Nuclear missiles on track. Enough time apparently For us ......

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......“For two years we tried, but ambushes came, they hit and run, would not stand up and fight, the meadows were deadly, the forests were hell, wherever we went, we were in their sights. “Imagin......

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... More than anything Nature fascinates me Men living in close proximity to nature, I love to see So I ramble into the city’s far outskirts Watching ordinary people in commonplace pursui......

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...I saw it longing for sovereignty and cynical toward chastity I heard it unleash a perpetual claim Let the swarthy be disdain Subtle while shape-shifting our Constitution toward heavy discontent I......

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...Built with the measurement of The Alive For those once here but no longer thrive; One J saw for a dog that didn’t ask for interment And it was some lavish entertainment! In the past, bamboos st......

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...I know I do not know anything yet I think Thoughts are traveling this sense to that sense roundly, like the oval earth Cultivating hybrid judgment now work of peasantry scrivener Gar......

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...You say that I only can see the bad parts. You can tell by the rhyme that I wrote. If food you call good, was all that it should, why'd it have to be shoved down my throat? Suppose I should tote ......

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...last year's unplanted milkweed pods are weighing happily not on my chest of drawers but my bedside end table beginning to open on their own even oddly because the only something that ......

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...All these racists with their lies, filling the airwaves with propaganda and strife, Stalins with soundbytes, Magellan their drivebys the pasts dead end street -topically jacknifed like it was t......

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...she said he was a hoffknocka a proletariat sort of peasant. more so a woff doff casscul a simon descendant of peasantry he found comfort in poverty. she refused to help him: her brother whom s......

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...Tell it to the mountains tell it out loud that the world might hear Wax up the steep and rugged hills, journey the valleys and fountains tell them! oh tell them now that they are near ‘that the......

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...The image burns within my brain of an old medieval hall, remembered from childhood picture books. The food is heaped upon the board, the shields are on the wall. The lords and ladies roun......

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