Pule Poems - Poems about Pule

...Valor, thy call is a countryman's claim. Nowhere but not quite alone in the game. Thunderbolt, twilight is perfect for you! Hope will accrue before we all turn blue... Singular, smiling. Sink fas......

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... I objestigate between arabesques and sleep, fugaciously spasmodic in fluxes and leaps. I'm indifferent to the misanthropic mocking, that welltering inflection that I call plockingism......

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...Its drawing a trolling? A play by J K is sure unfolding.' As she puts out to grass, the stubboness of all asses.! In a lesson to all nations, she's standing at her station.' Even though (i'm not a......

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...Why worry about what the future brings? Tomorrow's just another day, they say, No need to pout, and pule, and pine away. Instead, I'll relish this day's offerings, Anticipate tomorrow's profferin......

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...In days of yore a lady's heart was won Through chivalry and deeds of derring-do. If swain proved false, she'd bid the knave be gone, Adjust her cap and look for someone new. By age fifteen a ma......

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...Image of Black Sand & Sand provided by Pixabay. The Hawaiianism of Ho'oponopono A word, astir, in undulating waves surges and awash a clear open black shoreline of Hawaii nei, as it re......

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...Sphanus Marcus Book 1 Canto 5 Verses 6 and 7 Duke Saint Charles knew King Richard’s mind was closed and nothing he could say would change resolve. To cold foul weather they would be exposed;......

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...Murmur no things or strings of sounds... Could not care less more-ish whispers were Wicked Whips of Words- Weighted. Tongue- lashing sharp fork- tine Torture. Cat-0-nine-one-one-tales... Th......

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...Occasionally we should expose the wackier lobe of the brain in order to better appreciate the more sensible side of the mind. ~THIS is one of those times... I capriole betwee......

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...Where does the heart travel when it has no home? Who does it beat for when the pule is not so strong? What does it cry out for? Is she returning the same pulse I'm giving off... The heart beat of ano......

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...W A R Before I was a foetus The world was at war Our forefathers forced to fight For it was all irresistible Now I have grown And I’m dragged to a fight I did not ignite A war which I do not know ......

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...CRY OF THE UNBORN Before I was formed in my mother’s womb He held my hand and called my name And now I am to return to him as innocent Without sin I go to my heavenly father Before I......

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...Goring down, shredding tears, I pule to, give my prayer, to all family's and friends, missing or gone, across this blanket world, as her gusty winds flare, and ragging rapids spill, these islands in......

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...POETRY IS OUR NAUTURE N' STRIDE,(LIFE..) TO LET GO!! EACH PEN STROKES A UNIQUE *POWER* VIBRANTLY BLASTED COULOR: EN~SYNCED WORDS, JUST DIFFRENTLY EX* PRESSED..(IMAGINABLE!!) WE STAND ON FIRMED ......

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...MidNight comes faded beneath my feet, All is gone above loyalty, love n' Trust. What have I done?? Can I regain The love once lost baby please Don't go. Here you leave me in darkness, Take my hand......

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