Pierre Poems - Poems about Pierre

storm rain dripping from the rooftop of the old red barn yet lost in the wilderness of the Pierre Lands...

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Pierre Maruse lived in a house that wasn't like any other. One window down lived the queen and her crown, Right next to her world-famous brother. Oh, brother of mine, I'd give you a dime! For Booette's kisses to...

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no one can bake, cook, or grill like pierre panda, someone said. his recipes are exquisitely tasty, all up in his head. He learned it from his grandma Maria Marla Maghetti You should taste his lasagna, French bread and spaghetti! cooks cuisine like the French, his Italian background imperative. Pierre’s recipe book is a full-blown in-mind keen narrative he experiments with...

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Karine Jean-Pierre Gaslighter extraordinaire Pressed by Peter, she sighs Tells a Doocy of a lie...

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It was a hot Sunday afternoon in Vienna, Missouri… If I’da been a gentleman, I would a turned my back When I got to the swimmin’ hole today. Instead, I hid behind a tree and spied as she undressed; And Lord, the vision took my breath away. I knew that she was beautiful from watching her at school; The auburn scholar...

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I had been placed in chains Where the cripples shed their canes And the blind regained the art of seeing. It was a robbers’ den And as all God fearing men, I had assets needed freeing. Sometimes the poet’s muse Is a bride who will refuse All his conjugal solicitations. He must lure to bed Any tramp that...

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Young Justin Trudeau who was just a kid, Pranked Canada's secret service and hid, Had told him not to be here, Warned by his father Pierre, Called, "Young prince is on the asteroid vid." Date: 08/28/2019...

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Pierre Elliot Trudeau, prime minister of Canada for 15 years, now this is a man to know; a colorful personality mobbed by throngs of cameras and adoring female youth, yet it is his many political decisions that haunt us still- oh, that is our truth ! ________________________________ January 22, 2019 Poetry/Clerihew/Pierre Elliot Trudeau Copyright Protected, ID 19-1107-191-02 All Rights Reserved. Written...

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Justin Pierre Trudeau a prime minister worth getting to know he has a tattoo, does yoga, a boxer, and nice to look at I sure would love (wink, wink) to have a l o n g political chat ! ___________________________ January 22, 2019 Poetry/Clerihew/Justin Pierre Trudeau Copyright Protected, ID 01-1107-110-22 All Rights Reserve, 2019, Constance La France...

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Not all mentors are positive I’ve come to realize In fact, mine is quite causative Of things from which I agonize He calls himself Pierre And he hides inside my head His words wrap around my thoughts - a snare Tearing my esteem into shreds If I’m not careful he’ll be: Tap, tap, tapping on my consciousness Rapping on...

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L’âge de pierre – Translation of Oodgeroo Noonuccal’s “Stone Age” by T. Wignesan Homme Blanc, ce que nous séparent ne que du temps. Il y eu une période dans le lointain passé quand vous habitaient dans des caves, Vous utilisaient l’hache de pierre, vous vous habillaient avec les peaux des animaux, Vous aussi avaient de la peur pour la nuit,...

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Una or Death, Life: 43, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel's Una ou la mort, la vie: 43 by T. Wignesan As they used to say and keep saying still Nobody ever takes poetry seriously They would like to say that after a long life You have provided us always with verse so pretty Others laugh in the deep of their...

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Una or Death, Life : 42, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Una ou la mort, la vie : 42 by T. Wignesan To love words is to love life itself As early as when he could speak, he understood this Each vowel took on the form of a fruit And he a little peasant from his days at school What he...

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Una or Death, Life : 1, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Una ou la mort, la vie by T. Wignesan Sometimes he wonders what good a poem can be Of course in his case doubting is blasphemy An absurd benumbing of life In truth, what good can a poem serve Where all the overpopulated deaf people despite noises Make believe that they...

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Achab*, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Achab by T. Wignesan One man alone stands erect before the king, and speaks A man Alone The king is not accustomed to being confronted face to face He reigns over heads bent. He prohibits their looking at him The eyes of men. He has nothing but idols In front of...

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