Clave Poems - Poems about Clave

...A People Power Champion that how they speak when most people say his name. Stormester Amir born in Mobius Grander(Parts Unknow) once blacklisted and removed from active competition made a worl......

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...When the market place is dying All the wolves of Wall Street's prowling When the doves of peace are flying All the dogs of war are howling When the hard times come our way All the c......

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...Deep within the hearths and hearts of man That fans the flame of freedom's fire Resides the yearning ever burning Atop the pillars of man's desire And when the fist of tyranny rises To......

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...Now etched in the sands of time, Each nation shares its story. Page by page would tell the tale, Of apathy, shame, and glory. Amid peacetime and bloody tides, The molten metal molded. To arm ......

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...We rise with ebb tide and flow. Into the darkness of the night sky. On the way, sincere nocturnal glow. Look for sound, breeze, and flux tie. Tussling to stay buoyant to get a co......

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...Ready… Driven to serve Following* Christ’s footsteps Willing to obey midst hindrance… By faith! *2King 18:6 For he clave to the LORD, and departed not from following h......

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...Endeavor so hard as Swot analysis, Paved my path in dishearten crisis, From cradle to the grave, Confront delusion world with simple naive, Loosed all my knight ness and habit of brave, Cont......

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.... Ruth A Woman Moabite Ancestor of Christ Left her homeland to go with her Mother-in-law for she clave to her and did not leave And Ruth said,"Intreat me not to leave thee, or to return from......

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...Sombrero acentuado Nuez gravitacional Medio puntero cenital Seriedad cuadrilátera Olímpico vertical En camino a contactar Sutil contradicción polar Magnetismo englobado Suspende la relaci......

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...Yes, that groove tells much to all that hear. Far "Africk", captive, yet free, sent cross the seas such rhythms that stirred great music for a world that still doubts black genius. Polyrhythmic......

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...With his thick, brown, hairy legs, He had climbed the back of an old white barn. As his knotted, broad chest pressed Against the dry-rotted boards, He stretched his arms toward the sun Pierci......

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...When I were a little slave. My nature was developing clave. I were doing as they pretend, If I do, they always mend. When I don’t want to sleep, They frightened me ghosts and stops my weep. The......

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