Province Poems - Poems about Province

Province life just hits me differently I cannot explain how peaceful it is Though simple things I experience mostly It is satisfying and consoling living I may not have things in affluence Yet, the peace I get is priceless The food that I eat are all organic Simply it come near and handy People you meet has respect abound You can love them...

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Shall our neighbor to the Great White North become our fifty-first state? To be proudly crowned their eleventh province might prove a better fate Fresh air, clear lakes and grand vistas not to be beat Maro-O-largo/Maple Leaf Hotel would make such a grand winter retreat Call me a Tory turncoat if you must and I'll heartily agree Oh Canada, my...

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Good view for good mood Fresh air for a lush green field A province life yield....

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On the first day of Christmas, my dear God* granted me many blessings abundantly free On the second day of Christmas, my dear God granted me 2 sacks of corn and many blessings abundantly free On the third day of Christmas, my dear God granted me 3 rice grain plots, 2 sacks...

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I Paul warned his "son" Timothy, On Guard In the end time, many false prophets disguised Even as angels from heaven, will tickle ears And many will be led astray; Jesus is "too much" To take, one in Adelaide told me: The Bible takes you that much, "eyes" that see Know the apple was really a "sexual act" in Genesis 1 Brennan (Branham,...

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In the province so far away, this heart wanted to briefly stay for a weeklong good vacation to enjoy the break of new dawn with the early bright light of day. The blades in the green field did sway; bringing gladness to blue and gray beneath the rays of the beacon in the province. The beasts in the mountain did play; keeping the weak and...

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My thumbs pressed on the trigger. The M-2 bucked its load. I squinted down the barrel And watched his head explode. An early morning ambush, A steaming Luzon hell, For Ferdi and Imelda, Our Cold War clientele. The mission was generic: Suppress the NPA*. It didn't really matter Just who got in the way. I carried out my orders And did what I was told, But Christ, the...

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LAND OF THE CLOUDS Oh, let me be with you, if only for a day of two. To rest my poet head on a divine soft crest! And listen to what memories you want to share, As we move along in the wondrous atmosphere. I'd love some excitement, too. Rolling and being tossed gently, bumping into other clouds too. You, tender trampoline sweet! How...

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Surigao del Norte, the province of attraction and tourism, a light and wealth of the nation before me, seed of freewill and liberty. The perfume of the gregarious sea breeze, the sweet scent of the cheerful environment, the calmness and never-ending beauty of tourism, with daring music of my dreams, will surely amuse the lovely guests. Crystal water and the white sand of beaches, exotic...

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