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"satires" poems

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Poetic InjusticeSatires opposite / Compassionate disturbance / Through relevant absurdness

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When dreams had dirtThe writer is / bound by the Oedipus / cauldron stewing can't relax

@joseph-s-c-pope70

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Before The Bartender's Last CallAn empty pub is the worst place to be, / In a city, Where even gods stay a bit longer every year, / Perhaps persuaded by the halcyon laughter of that half dressed street urchin,

@soham-chakraborty42

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To Lucy, Countess of Bedford, with John Donne's SatiresLucy, you brightness of our sphere, who are / Life of the Muses' day, their morning star! / If works, not th' author's, their own grace should look,

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An English WoodThis valley wood is pledged / To the set shape of things, / And reasonably hedged:

Robert Graves27

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AS I AMSo what if I have squint / Or money I don’t mint / I know my eyes blink a lot

@goutam-raveri61

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f.a.s.h.i.o.n.i.s.t.aWhen an army of congruent efforts / Hide away the blurs of truth for smile / And paints mischief like never before

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RitesThey said that the breeze / Told them nothing but miseries / They said that the grass

@noand-hegask19

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Melodies of love live lifeOceanic Liquidity / Melodies of Love Live Life / How do I end up so lucky/unlucky to have/not have you??

@oceanic-liquidity17

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שומר האח (Brothers keeper-hebrewic toungeArt thou arbitrating an anecdotal end? / Thou apparition of past anthropologist's enlivened to enormity and feline fiasco bend.. / Paupers come in packs,

@brandon-nagley28

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i had a dream i traveled to 1991 and 2017 by simply shutting my eyes, since waking up i have tried to figure what this all could have meant only to become more confusedhey there honeycomb darling how's / things on the sweeter side? / o the loves I would shout from rooftops!

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This is a Family Show!This is a family show / There should be no swear words / Nothing to do with *** and laughter

@marshall-gass22

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“Mirror-Man”The sky is almighty, / and your bedroom is not the color of burning, and your skin feels like skin again / but the sheets still smells like disappointment.

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VoltaireOnce Aron was born in France, in Paris, / In an official family as Franςois- Marie. / A literary world was closer to his

@Vladimir_Lionter52

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