"vango" poems - Hello Poetry

By =arcassin b= & vango it is January 1st and another Year has gone by, =I won't let my future ambitious Die= ** tis the day of a year where dreams** For a new better year lie, =have no fear it's the new year and There's no time to cry= nor time to let ole Lang sine be Forgotten is the time to make Promises, =to never cover all of your losses= with new years comes a bed of Roses A parade last years faults, =a year that you won't forget With children and adults= and the innocents just got caught Up in, =the icy frozen tundra where they Keep the sin= is thawing now, we are caught up in. Happy New Years!!!!!!

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Jan 1, 2016

Jan 1, 2016 at 12:06 AM UTC

arcassin-burnham

"New Years Proposition" (W/ WordVango)

By =arcassin b= & vango it is January 1st and another Year has gone by, =I won't let my future ambitious Die= ** tis the day of a year where dreams** For a new better year lie, =have no fear it's the new year and There's no time to cry= nor time to let ole Lang sine be Forgotten is the time to make Promises, =to never cover all of your losses= with new years comes a bed of Roses A parade last years faults, =a year that you won't forget With children and adults= and the innocents just got caught Up in, =the icy frozen tundra where they Keep the sin= is thawing now, we are caught up in. Happy New Years!!!!!!

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Oh the world is not yet ready for art of this stature... Oh oh... Oh the "poets" that reside here are so ungrateful, they do not appreciate fine art such as mine. Oh oh... Perhaps I shall end it all today... And go the way of Vincent Vango... A fine artist's art is never realized... Until he crosses the great divide... Oh for now... I retreat to my abode... To craft fine art in solitude... Perhaps I will get impatient... Perhaps I will wait until the reaper arrives... Oh oh... When I perish the magnitude of art will be seen...

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Jun 18, 2014

Jun 18, 2014 at 4:22 AM UTC

loghain-carvoau

My Goodbye to Hello Poetry

Oh the world is not yet ready for art of this stature... Oh oh... Oh the "poets" that reside here are so ungrateful, they do not appreciate fine art such as mine. Oh oh... Perhaps I shall end it all today... And go the way of Vincent Vango... A fine artist's art is never realized... Until he crosses the great divide... Oh for now... I retreat to my abode... To craft fine art in solitude... Perhaps I will get impatient... Perhaps I will wait until the reaper arrives... Oh oh... When I perish the magnitude of art will be seen...

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Her laugh paints a work of art more beautiful than Vango. Her eyes twinkle like the stars over Rhone. In her eyes, I get lost. My breath is taken by her beauty. Her cheeks are more red than a glistening ruby.. when I kiss her. Gently she smiles, kissing me back. "I love you" she says. Three words I'll never forget.

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Feb 5, 2016

Feb 5, 2016 at 4:05 PM UTC

ryan-writes-poetry

Three Words

Her laugh paints a work of art more beautiful than Vango. Her eyes twinkle like the stars over Rhone. In her eyes, I get lost. My breath is taken by her beauty. Her cheeks are more red than a glistening ruby.. when I kiss her. Gently she smiles, kissing me back. "I love you" she says. Three words I'll never forget.

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