Pseudo Poems - Poems about Pseudo

pantheon rome dome dissolves before our eyes transmutes into ...

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So it's back to love, gonna write about love My favourite subject besides giggles The thrill, the passion, the heat of the moment Makes me wanna wiggle and jiggle Love makes me act in very strange ways As if I'm possessed by some demons Always been a very prim and proper man Really can't imagine the reason Maybe I'm reliving my teenage years Heard...

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Nights unveil the darkness Of dreary, dismal days Thoughts plummet deeply And diverge in disarray Anxieties surmount Ability to cope is seized Sad face, a pseudo-smile Hope barely within reach November 10, 2021...

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If only for a moment you could let me inside To see a great fortress, or hobbit hole where you hide I won't be judgemental and play toying tricks I just want a gander, see what makes you tick Feel the pain of your sorrow, wicked past telling lies Keeping you held at gunpoint by yourself stepped aside Behold the rainbows...

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It’s said, the weight of the soul is 21 grams. Dr MacDougall told us this. To measure, he put the dying on the scales. Dr MacDougall, proving his point Took some dogs, weighed them too. Dr MacDougall was a man of science He weighed the dead, then killed the dogs Dr MacDougall of Haverhill, Massachusetts. A man of authority let’s not forget, Dr MacDougall...

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A scream of martyrdom, could be a collision, I've felt my colony and called them to die. Never I've seen on death so delightful breathing, when in heaven I said, what do you want to know? A blonde nymph spread legs, I gagged and climax, these holy wars lied down and still search for others. Roger roger roger, please...

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So sophic, so subtle, so sensual, so strong, He gleamed in God’s garments so fair. To the virginal mother he sang his sweet song With her family happily there. So trusting, so fearing, so captive, so free, She savored his soothing embrace. From the lips that she kissed came the dreadful decree: “Your children I’ll chase from this place.” So anguished, so broken,...

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The pseudo-science Cooking is not rocket science but would be cook has to learn the basic after this he must discover why some food doesn’t go well mixed with the wrong ingredients The rudimentary is salt, pepper and butter and then spices depending on the dish. The food on the plate should look appetising but...

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"Let time fly, my love my affexrarionnever leaves my heart for you you are the essence of my being "but that it would fly faster," she murmured "My love thrives with your love near your lips don’t rest easy on my mind and neither does the smile on your delicate face languish on this mind of mine Like stone barriers keep...

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Case in point comprises emotional state of euphoria would deafeningly, definitely, deliciously get frenziedly expelled from stadium. Roe ting for “our boys” packing every last seat in the bleachers all manner of humankind would (during lulls) Instagram, Kindle, Messenger, Outlook, Quicken, Snapchat, Twitter. Santander, Verizon,Wells Fargo might be sponsors for major competitive challenge. Zero tolerance...

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airing zeal! If (dog forbid) the richly paid, namebrand looming kneecapped kneeling illustrious giant egghead con cussed career athletes fumble, crumble and bumble spelling a loss for those spectators (who doled out a wad of cash) quickly make collective disappointment known by cursing, first in loin, odiously reprehensible, unacceptable wimpy yikyaking atrocious carpetbombing expletives. As...

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When poet Tennyson was very young, He was a handsome tiny son, Who loved playing tennis under the sun. When in his teens, Tennyson excelled at his studies So much so that he won the admiration of Adorable girls who numbered ten. As an adult Tennyson the tiny son went on a journey To a faraway city called Newcastle upon...

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Mint, peppermint, Cool Mint, badminton. . . . But that's not what I meant. You still don't know what I meant? Then I'll give you a hint. There's a famous guy named Clint. Yes, his family name is Eastwood. As an actor, he's sharp as a flint. He always wears a shirt with a nice...

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pseudo-expression's of ragged diamonds a fugazi sans brilliance, shiner midst vague skies in the optical jags of practical indifference...

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PSEUDO-REALITY The river of time flows toward infinity The black hole spill over the matter of white hole to security People are fighting for the nonsense and conspiracy Don't you imagine that everything is pseudo-reality Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando July 24, 2016...

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