Disguises Poems - Poems about Disguises

... Galvanizing, never scrutinized; each moment falsely tabulated; Slanted, polarized polls, punishing spiteful pundits Spouting, spinning lies in frantic unison squawking Ridiculous versions of f......

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...Opportunities come in varying disguises Chances missed always causes disgusts Nevertheless, time always is evolving. The wheel can't be reinvented but requires improving Too Many Too Late. Ti......

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...Let me tell you of a journey- from The Parthenon to Paris in the springtime - of which real year, no one knew Riding on an ostrich guided by a gilded leather bridle traveling back roads dressed in......

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...I noted the stillness in your hands, the casual arc of your shoulders, a deceitful ease in your voice— as if the world melted into your anima, your eyes spoke the nether language (angelicus a......

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...All the calamities are meant to quiet noisy minds asking too many questions The signs of angst & friction is an attempt to rub us the wrong way quelling what our minds have to say In these day......

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... Loyalty has faded in the years gone by. Appears to be close at hand, it was once honesty, integrity, and love. Loyalty has faded Envy right now replaces Loyalty like overflowing masks full......

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...An orange face disguises my white independence For saying stupid hurtful things that make no sense I will win the day And make them pay Like when I let them almost hang Mike Pence!...

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...I thought I could hear, that deviant sound of eerie boots, disobedient ground Wearing disguises Sharing surprises Jack-Lantern, miscreant, boys are around ......

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...Ode to Chameleon You are many people in one That disguises himself but still is himself You hide beneath the tree because you know danger Yet you are danger to others Many skins in one but ......

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... The picture starts off blank. The picture forms in lead. The picture defines in charcoal. The picture lives in colours. The picture is never dead. The picture can tell its story. The pictu......

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...Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the realist of them all? Everyone is on the check, mind my constant observers, like guards on duty, Shadows spying upon my every arrival, whispers behind every street......

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... Trees absorb autumn’s color spectrum bright, paint the leaves with crimson and golden glow. The gilded leaves leave the brown boughs fallow of the stripped deciduous trees upright, dancing......

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...In the twilight of existence, where shadows whisper secrets to the restless soul, Man seeks to escape himself in myth, weaving tales to hide his truth, By any means at his disposal, he dances on th......

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... "The devil's finest trick is to persuade you that he does not exist." ~ Charles Baudelaire The more he declares his innoc......

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...Down in the valley I was visited by stigmata A demon in various disguises Praying to be with our Lord Believing Satan wanted a war So be it, devil! Unsheathe your sword! What would the price......

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