Best Brandish Poems

Don’t think me fragile, quick to break
No, don’t ever make that mistake
My warrior spirit’s deep and strong
I can avenge when faced with wrong
I am the Warrior Princess
	
I gallop on the my mighty steed
Brandish my sword, fulfill my need
What my eyes crave, I swoop to take
No...

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Forth from the heaven, from the misty moorlands of all sacred woodland greens,
drop by drop by striking the pebbles and untouched vegetations oozes, 
the intoning hallowed water of evergreen woods' crystal cascades, brooks and streams.
to adduce the onus lies on doomed humanity to be the...

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"Cherish Armour"


She 
wears 
Her armour,

LOVE -

draped like chain mail
shields You 
with Her heart

When She is drowning
She will throw You to the sure
safe for Your future

And She will cry of lost children 
morbid oblivion, 
damnation and desolation

Her tears flood wider 
than any vast 
deep ocean 

Hidden...

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Beneath thunderous waves near craggy shores
Exist in frigid seas the ancient men of cold blue
Fallen angels who now cast to earth are kind no more
Courageous seaman’s souls they look to accrue.

Imprudent men have eternally suffered
Callously the blue men of Minch, have crested the waves
Pursuing those...

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What makes a girl?
Is it not “sugar and spice and all things nice”?
What makes a woman? Oh…all that and so much more
A woman is made of sugar…sweet to the taste
Spice…Oh…she can burn your tongue and soul
All things nice?  Hmmmm…
Things….let me define them for you...

The...

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September morn flutters its bright wings
Radiant colors of love and joy it all brings
Never just a dream
Drizzles fuse with summer air in delight
Rainbow looms are strewn in vast site
They perfectly prim

September smiles brandish vibrantly on air
Virgon-Libran Stars pace dazzlingly in flair
Trees arc overhead
Gilded crackers carpet...

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One's poetic ability, yea willingness, to speak
Truth.
To stand, soul-naked, as it were...
Whilst your poet enemies stone you or avoid
you in the online public square.
To swim with the sharks, though thou
might be their delicious repast.
To be be happily avoided because you
don't follow the crowd.
You won't bow...

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Don’t know how it started, or how it ends
I’m older now then I will be then; when
I was scribing with quill, candle and scroll
A mind of dubiety, road full of holes
A wanderlust dream, of apples true taste
A destined arrival, from earth to space
Learning my place...

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You View Me Arrogant- Beholding My Values Bullish.
I’m A Problem Inevitable- Only In The Eyes Of The Foolish
A Philosopher, In The Thoughts Of The Wise,
For I Refuse To Take A Step Before I Think It Twice,
I’m The Modern Leader, Of Generation Yet To Flourish,
Living Accordingly...

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Pardon any absent adulation, bequeathed capitulation, devoted dedication, indiscretion, blabbering peroration, improper salutation or any unintended vexation if this unknown earthling sent a nearly identical message. He over-looked a small number of errors and hoped that this version accepted as the most satisfactory to me.

Oh...

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A life that no death could ever undo
Long hid portals which remain to be found.
That better life, which all wish to pursue
the secrets of life and death interwound.
Searching and searching, seemingly defeat,
each corner we turn finds new paths to tread.
Stands as the prize in the...

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School bashings in 1951
Oh I went to school in fifty one
Like every six year old should
I did't know what was in store
A flogging for my good?

Bushy got a sandwich from another kid at school
He handed me another, nice tucker it was cool
Bushy did not come...

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One day a pale star began to glow
in scarcely-noted nebula where it swirled.
And this five thousand million years ago,
to bathe in light a distant, dusky world.

Lightning streaked amid primordial dawn—
stroked a soupy mire of mute quintessence.
Diverse concatenations urged a spawn 
and coaxed life into coalescence.

A...

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The festivities of the autumn equinox begin.
Wicca acknowledges this yearly event as Mabon.
The fruits of all who labor are gathered this night.
A coven encircles an old oak tree in the moonlight.
Giving thanks and praise to all spirits is the reason.
At this Sabbath, summer passes into...

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“Barking Up the Wrong Tree” 

ghost gums
shed their bark 
the min-min 
makes good use of it
papyrus, soft enough to 
imprint and write
thoughts, like the 
ripening welts of 
green ants 
small bites sting
subcutaneous and 
meridional, 
terra australis sings
for the kneeling
tree huggers, feel
the rough exterior
peel like sun-blistered
thin...

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