Trop Poems - Poems about Trop

...Fred-dy Free-ble cannot sing He has a wife and a pet They need al-most ev-ry-thing He has hid-den grow-ing debt Fred-dy Free-bird wears a smile ev-er since his sail-boat came to a trop-i-cal ......

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...The ship came like a flying horse, at an inexact time Our brother-sailor, from the Pantheon of Poets, was on board Jean Pierre Basilic Dantor Frankétienne D’argent Who wrote, in haste, ......

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...I desperately wanted to come back And you surreptitiously checked out of my life I no longer have a friend, confidant, lover and wife Indeed, I’m out of luck Thank God the firmament remains blue ......

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... AFTER I finish this poem and all the alphabets are in bed you can walk with me down the hill where the stream is, lady where fish dream they are stars (now this blows my mind -- but there......

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...I can’t stop thinking, That the earth is round, round Like African women, That the seagulls are white, That dogs are crazy, They bark at poets, writers, I can’t stop thinking, That the sun i......

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...It’s like being hit by a meteor Where there’s no tomorrow It is like doomsday, really Where everything is ugly And absolutely nothing is pretty I just received the bad news That my sister-in-la......

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...I tried, I tried To stop loving you I cried, I cried For being too crazy about you. You never loved me You take me for granted You thought I was demented You never cared for me Yet, my love......

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...I would stay for hours, Waiting for a nice bee to land, On the small purple flowers of a fuchsia, or heather, I would wait for hours, As if the future of the planet depended on it, I would stay ......

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...I write the sadness of the Brazilian forests, About modern centuries and glass cities, Tattooed Indians who are murdered too, For a handle of gold or green diamond, I write the greatness of Br......

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...On the tides of words, The eyes too light, In the running of zebras, I’m looking for it, Under the wool, night dreams, On the precious jewels, The faces without worries, I’m still looking fo......

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...Les vieux poèmes sont comme de vieilles chaussures Que nous refusons de jeter au fond des fissures Comme les vieilles pensées que nous ne pouvons pas ignorer Ou les vieilles routes que nous aimons......

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...Translated: Si la vie demande ça by Laura and Chris Mayne by T. Wignesan. If Life would not wish it otherwise [Note: The two sister French Caribbean-Martinique Black “Blues” Swan : Laura an......

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...Salvation by the Ounce David J Walker Gold must be the stuff Of which the Cup of Christ is made of Its value supererogatory Its bearings veiled It's content cryptic and obscure Unk......

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...En suivant le fil allongé de l'attirance pour elle, Je me mis à une randonnée cherchante en dépit du ciel bas. Tout à coup, il faisait de l'orage. La pluie torrentielle Et le courant d'air houleux......

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...Translation of « On est les oubliés » (They/We are the neglected and forgotten lot) by the songster-poet Gauvin SERS (For the last two years, this young unassuming Frenchman, full of verve and d......

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