Premier Poems - Poems about Premier

If we can only smell the soul, will it then smell like the rose? in gentle aroma of passing breeze, in morning fresh dew-swept air? can we at birth of a little one, breathe-in essence of his deeper self, past the innocence of his smile, can we see a universe entire? do roses then live a spiritual life, and speak with god with...

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I shall read you a poem in my drunken state, if my speech is slurred, forgive me mate, it is a cocktail of rum, vodka and cognac, if boss finds out I will surely get the sack! so am i drinking at work? you may ask, yes, my mate, from my steel thermos flask, I bring in to work each morning...

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The songs I sang in my lives before, still I hear sometimes in my dreams, the silence I know from times past, had voices that once spoke to my soul, the tears are memories that rain through, but the sadness they were shed for is long gone, I am an existence on the merit of this moment’s breath, and the next...

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The darkness of October 31st night will be here A creepy figure afloat on gloom will appear In the hooded head a musk on the face will adhere Find a black cat walking on the deserted road near It won’t see in the man’s open mouth teeth of spear And his stony cold eyes like those of hers will...

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The night of October thirty first will be here A cloaked figure in squally wind will appear The head hooded, a musk the face will wear A black cat will cross the deserted road near Won’t see the man’s canine teeth like spear And his eyes like hers, stone cold that sneer Dug in the face of Dracula, the...

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Frantic pedantic Premier protects her precious state Hides behind tree at New South border, sniper style Midst of thriving twin city metropolis many populate Her Highness surmises business will just 'rest a while'. Interstate disallow brings collapse of tourism, fragile Anxious Anastasia clutches her gun-like gate shut weapon Nerve spasm tazer cocked in canteen lady arms, equipped Rule of fair...

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Listening to songs I never loved, Wearing clothes I never cherished, Adorning a cloak that never suits me, Trying hard to accept that this is the new 'ME', As time flew, As I shed my old leaves and gained new, I realised that this was never the 'ME' That I wished to see. Revolving around momentous bliss Whirling around proclaimed pleasures Haunted by...

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we don't care if we miss the season premier we are too busy giving in to giving in the breeze in the darkness illuminates the equality we are heroes to each others' sanity, and we maintain by letting go and being ourselves i am the proud gun that you want to shoot all over you you are the satisfied sensation...

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First Day of the Year, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Premier de l’an by T. Wignesan Each moment of waking up is an act of giving birth I use the iron tools myself on the mother To death Myself : Who is this myself ? Am I somebody else other than the weight I bear Who resists who...

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Daily wakes in the cold darkness wears spectacles and looks at Uganda in sadness All the lazy Ugandans criticize him; madness! Insane crazy they are, him the hardworking they paint corruption in wisdom he laughs them off higher and higher like a rocket he takes off I got my land on sale, a rich organization offers me a good pay yes, I seize the...

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