Stollen Poems - Poems about Stollen

...Adrift in some Mad American Empire I stand in my shadow as the future winds come Looking over the ruins of my nation! Eyes grow dim as the masses succumb Family cries as loved ones are stolen......

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...Let the best of you hurt your pride stop the contradictions it's too late turn around smell that faith lost in the city of gates hear the bells. Falls of diamond rains cover the city of greed ......

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... Sold mainly at Christmas Similar to fruit cake. Spiced with ground cinnamon Studded with candied peel Sultanas, nuts, raisins Soft marzipan centre. Save a big slice for me! ......

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...What Goes Unseen A gnome sits by the pantry, Watching the in’s and out’s of wares, Thinking how it all may be his. Meanwhile, the sprites take over the living-room, Misplacing and mus......

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...Christmas is creeping in. I’ve seen my first quality street tin. The John Lewis advert is out And the motorised reindeers about. Shop windows glitter and glow, Ladbrookes give odds on the ......

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...Tribute to The Street Kids of Mumbai Documentary I used to pick pockets And steal tomato at the market place I beg on the streets of Mumbai, India’s largest city I stop drivers and ask for......

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...Stollen (Pleiades) So, the story goes, this Saxony dried fruit bread specially buttered, spiced, secured the pope’s blessing, soon became famous, with sales booming at Christmas. Served, su......

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...True love cannot be sensed nor seen; Cannot be heard nor touched; I never saw it coming; I still remember the evening; l received a call It was from someone l never knew or i......

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...From this day on, I`m going to leave my heart at home, with you Mum, not to get burnt, mangled or stollen. I admit I lie to it when the dark wings pay me a little visit, at least my dreams ar......

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...After the storm, no more shall ye calm for into you heart an unknowing bomb. Lips that are pretty, no longer they shine from long stollen kisses from nothing devine. Thoust does distract, an unalte......

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...She was either a German or Pole and eating seemed mainly her goal But she ate so much cake her heart it did break And now she won’t quite fit in the hole......

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...Kartoffelpuffer Alone in my kitchen, snow outside my window My heart returns to winters past, where a little girl Stands beside Gramma, the other one… From Germany, who grew her garden, Vegeta......

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