Pronged Poems - Poems about Pronged

...Once again, for a second time in recent history, we're Living through a master class of deception and fraud. Where the powerful usurp their greed and influence, While underneath an umbrell......

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... ‘If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?’ ~ (The ......

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...Let me tell you of a journey- from The Parthenon to Paris in the springtime - of which real year, no one knew Riding on an ostrich guided by a gilded leather bridle traveling back roads dressed in......

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...Trumpeting future mercurial villain of history Predicated on his paying obese sense to Ronald McDonald patron saint buzzfeeding his pie hole courtesy "two Big Macs, Fillet-O-Fish and a chocola......

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...Just as Hannah dedicated her son, Samuel to the LORD, the LORD God also selected Isaiah to himself. Then I heard the voice of the LORD saying, "Whom should I send? And who will go for us?" He sa......

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...Now all that remains is a silver framed photograph A reminder of when there was a splitting of paths Between one realm and the other, a bridge uncrossed One day to be readjourned, but for now is j......

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...RED fire ball submerging, we slip from the light watching our shadows bloom. A smoldering sphere, not clean-cut, but badly drawn, its REDNESS wobbles and fumes. as it downs itself still smok......

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...There once was a lady from Lynx, Who was a veritable minx, she wrote about love, cooed like a dove, loved mixing ambiguous drinks. Now the minx was wearing a wig, Which made her look like a......

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...Songs of the Ocean Sing a song of the Ocean Marine creatures in motion The oceans turbulent waves And those sailors truly brave. Sing songs of the Ocean bed ......

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...Slime is a subtle stage for blame I can’t stay stuck to your ways/ I’m a little vague so your game I’ll ante up to plague/ While a tirade goes for their bane they played and waged/ I’ll abrogate w......

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...“Still got that tin box that we used to ash cigarettes in college” she asked. "Yeah, it still carries the ashes of my tenderness that I burned with every cigarette I lit after losing you......

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...Joulupukki awoke early the next morning and hurriedly dressed. His intention was to catch DynDoeth before the crowds started gathering in the eating hall. He had but one question for him that he th......

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... Kicking The Can Written: by Miracle Man November 19 2021 I’m not reluctant to express my opinion, on consistently kicking the can down the road. I've a mind of my own and not someon......

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...My fond childhood memories; I couldn't wait to get to my grandparents During the holidays when I was young. Their arms always outspread with affection, Their warm love for us was quite apparent. ......

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...The torch is raised To the height of an elbow Its flame pronged To the flicker of a pitchfork The sunrise charges over a hill For old man Winter And under this sun on March One The eave......

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