Long Syncope Poems

Unquotable quotes: The How of Democratic Kill - IXL, Part Two

No, tell me not my vote now does not count
         (Shakespearean Sonnet)

No, tell me not my vote...

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A cat sniffs the crooked brown dough of the sullen moon;
The tempting smell of warm bread seems held by a glass sky
Old age, carefully steps on the glass, always ready to cry
 Like they`d learn...

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Running wild propelled by echoes of thunderous hooves clip clopping rhyme

A troop of stallions gallop in assonance over fields of pasture in adnomination

Display streams of collective unconsciousness un-trapped by stirrups and reigns

Apposition knows no boundaries...

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How shall I refuse what I am now?
And even if I would not be a specter,
Whose shameful fists rake the 
Chimes of your darkest night,
I’d still breathe the venom through
My thorns, and be undead…
Just hurl...

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Lifted is the fabulous February’s cover,
And I have seen you scantily dressed,
Now I see the buds & flowers all over,
Then by the wild winter camouflaged.
Cool breeze sends messages caressed.

Blame not if March makes me spree...

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When the wispy willows wave
and the voice calls from the grave,
suddenly you're not so brave
in your damp and darkened cave.

Seeing things that cannot be,
defying logic, totally,
knees now feeling wobbly,
tilting down toward syncope.

Can you deny what...

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