Plebeian Poems - Poems about Plebeian

...(I) Inflict upon these gaping wounds the searing sting of salt to expel heresy's feral odor (II) Let the salt's scalding kiss be laid upon me to sever the contagion of atheism f......Read the rest...

...This is what we’re going to do. Play them off each other like bloody fools Lie to the plebeian stock with promises and then lie again Sell hate and fear and sell it well Destroy trust just by ope......Read the rest...

...Tried and tested by a virus, novel I sit by the hearth of my lowly hovel Taxed some more, without relief Our kings, of their infallibility, grow in belief Stimulus packages to the Lords Home b......Read the rest...

...There is a serious conspiracy They want me out of the aristocracy Born a plebeian, I aspire to be a ruler They cannot stand seeing my cup, any fuller They come for my henchmen first Then whet......Read the rest...

...Love is for the rich or for poor is always for aged or young and both plebeian and noble arrives as sun or as a cloud ... ......Read the rest...

...I long to be the top new-green leaf on the tallest swaying spring breeze tree in my florid fragrant late-spring neighborhood. Not to lord myself as superior to all my more fundamentally plebeia......Read the rest...

...headland harbored primitive biota abut mint for exotic sole terrain sustaining sole terrain sustaining seeds, spores, spermatozoa, ova seeds, spores, spermatozoa, ova , et cetera gut preserv......Read the rest...

...A Cry For Justice Far across the horizon and near in the nooks, Is a silent scream of the voiceless! The screeching murmurs of the plebeian in the sweet cry for justice. Hear the elated moan......Read the rest...

...abstract endings pacified pedestrian beginnings, save yourself before you're slap-happy, choking on interloping bourgeois mind-control subterfuge under ......Read the rest...

...The temple of the Muses stands forsaken. The souls who filled its vast and sumptuous halls Are scattered thin or by Time’s sickle taken, For few remain who answer to their calls. These walls we......Read the rest...

...Joan was a girl who has the appearance of a boy. She was born in Domrecy of France into the peasant family of Jacques d' Arc and Isabelle. She lived her life as a saint and saw a vision to drive o......Read the rest...

...Idle hands scorching a trail Through the Capitol Closed mouths and hearts turn daggers Biting our own tongues And the streets are red rivers Through which they drive golden chariots over the backs ......Read the rest...

...Standing in the wings, on the periphery of her cultivated world, inhibited only by station and space, my head slowly spins into her orbit, my eye lids twitter nervously, my titillated ears vibrat......Read the rest...

...Curtain Time by Odin Roark The warnings The preparation The moment Such expectancy Be it plebeian Or royal instinct Openings' glitter Brings incessant challenges Making hoary one's exis......Read the rest...

...Darkest hour of the night And Moon it shrivels Out of sight; clash of steel Inside his head, a Gladiator Falls down dead.The victor Stands behind his shield And raises sword to crowd’s Appeal;......Read the rest...