Best Baneful Poems

Oh baneful yellow Moon in fullest rounded sphere,
Bright as Summers Buttercups in abundant yield,
Coldly riveted upon Winters beaten, thin silvered panels;
Thereof: By ye mighty hammer...

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The tale below was carved one night
upon the stone, by candlelight
...most won’t believe, but some just might
.........most won’t believe, but some just might



  ...

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“A Flowers Wilt”	

Witness the small existence 
that abides the beauty of-----------
Freelancers all around,
Just to get a good look.

A baneful abrasion, the flower took
It captivates you...

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Tattered Petals: Wounded Heart

Tattered on the garden path are petals
from roses, beheaded by Summer rain
when storm clouds emptied their brimming kettles

In the garden, my tender...

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from rushing waters steal
invading fishes' spritely steel,
twixt heathery beetle's scar
and fluttery, flapping jar

the sentry hill now set
drags ferment's peace to fret,
while in the brave snail's...

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Constructing Catacombs


Desirous death, a submersed breath, the walls in a carious crumble
Living life, a surgical serrate strife, as we stand surreal and stumble
Baneful blood, a...

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What breathes into the brain 
  and sustains from some secret place a sullied heart?

The pains of faces of others for the wicked barb
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Veracious voices that come out to play,
Wandering words tell the tale…
Mending hearts in the mist.

Where secluded sacrifices submerge,
Whispers warming in their waves…
Sailing scriptural shores.

A man...

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The sun has long receded from the sky,
Pallid gloom invades the wintry air,
Morbid silence hangs over,	
Memory sleeps like hibernating toads.

The trees stand bare with no...

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The sun has long receded from the sky,
Pallid gloom invades the wintry air,
Morbid silence hangs over him,
Memory sleeps like hibernating toads. 

Trees stand bare with...

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On gossamer lips
Wisped coppery tendrils
Showering sparks
Riding evening breezes
That radiate off my
Eyelashes in papery
Wet slivers
Sticking only when
Your song of ill-boding
Is breathed over me
Its primitive amity
Contused and...

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Golden moon's tears rain through shear silken mist,
when shadows grow long in evening breeze,
the flute of the faun through hushed trees
fills the night in baneful...

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I think my MOO MOJO has let me down
that HE bull, Morris, just grunts and frowns
he doesn't even glance around
when I pass by, I'm just...

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SECRETS IN THE KEEP






Secrets, secrets ------ secrets in the Keep; maidens call them without which they 
  shall meet, of the baron and his...

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(continued from, "An Epistle Warning against Melancholia: an Allegory--Part I," where somewhere in late 18th-century Europe a friend, Laetitia, by way of a letter warns...

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