Pillages Poems - Poems about Pillages

...“Love is the strongest force in the universe.” Can this statement be proven true? Does it approve of the unusual orientation? Does it contradict the unstoppable force against eux? Could love hold......

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...A little bird has flown the nest to seek a world of wonder and spreads her wings 'neath skies possessed by lightning bolts and thunder. She flee......

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...the stern of the junk stuck out like the tip of an iceberg surrounded by plastic bottles filled baby’s nappies flip flops and crocs we can walk on water whatever floats our boat......

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...How long shall I be in babylon and sing a song of hope and weariness? Whence my heart perishes in servitude, I have been debased to infra dig in a vast land we call our own. They seek my basket,......

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...A woman waits for her prince A man pillages for his goddess A child cries for love The elderly weep for more time.......

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...The Ghost Dance The spirit of hopeful salvation. A shirt of impenetrable protection. White man’s bullets, deep penetration, killing hundreds with insatiable aggression. Wounded Knee, becom......

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...Some might say speech is silver, but silence golden But my tongue as a poet is resigned to speech, Speech which bears not triviality of common silence No, it bears not the triviality of the banter......

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...It had not rained for months the bush was dry as a tinder clouds appeared in far distance to once more fade and vanish The sun beating hotly relentlessly down everything resting in shade so sp......

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...I have a friend who is, to the best of my knowledge, a magpie. All shiny, all sparkles of metal and glass are placed in my palm as a little gift, a bit of treasure. So maybe then, she's a pirate. One......

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...And golden is God's melody that soars placed within the hearts of faith it roars cascades from heaven upon these earthly shores that to True Love you may open up your doors True Love will never har......

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...Beautiful gypsy riding in a caravan With a black mongrel and an old man In the cold winter Off to a world That is new And yet unknown To a place that she will make her own Across the dusty Arabian s......

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...It was a Friday night, and I took a long walk around Just to ease my mind which stress seems to surround It felt so great, the warm breeze hit my face As I glanced at the constellations shining fr......

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...Giant long claw like tentacles Slithering through the brush Plowing past homes in a hush Undenyably intentional Inteligence bent inside he's fewer Satiated coherent and sensible Charisma that......

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