Best Faced Poems

A tyburn is a six line poem consisting of 2,2,2,2,9,9 syllables. 
The first four lines rhyme and are all descriptive words. 
The last two lines rhyme and incorporate the 
1st, 2nd, 3rd, and 4th lines as the 5th to 8th syllables.
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winsome
awesome 
fearsome
loathsome
man...

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TWO FACED HEAVEN


I walk slow in a globe of puffy clouds 
Dancing midair, a concerto, harp plucks
From right to left are angels in white shrouds
their velvet pulling psalms, my heart they struck
Amazed! I stopped. Behold. Entwine and stuck!
Has my one weary soul found its best...

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Wind, your double essence is well-known.
Whispered summer breezes you exhale;
Then suddenly you turn.  You surge and wail,
Expelling rage, you bluster or you moan.
Your brute relentless nature then is shown
For you become a cyclone, Hound of Hell,
Or show yourself a monsoon, squall, or gale.
Unquelled, a...

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Attacked by Janus-faced complexity
My mind responds with functionality
To present either sheer timidity
Or self-entitlement tenacity.

Gripped with hypocrisy’s duplicity
I succumb to boastfulness-dignity
In striving for victorious verity
Achieving, though blown by futility.

Then, playing safe midst glad security
My conscience settles for “low” identity
Yet, that is not true in actuality
Since I’m...

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My muse can sometimes wear a scoundrel’s face.
He flees and hides behind some desert brush,
abandoning me in a barren place
where sweet imagination has no gush!
Of inspiration I can find no trace.

This villain muse subjects me to a drought
and sets the stage with dreary atmosphere.
He scatters...

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"Chasing The Many Faces of God ( We the People Series)

There they are__ made each day no shame, no disgrace... 
Constant reminders of who controls the human race. 

We wake up every morning and get hot on the chase... 
gotta get the God with big...

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Escape into your heart;
Where your mind can't be found;
Flee into the fleeting muscles, pumping iron;
Flow within the vessels that inhabit dew;
Liquids of scarlet drops of quarrel;
Flee from out your head;
Those hurt full pangs you dread;
Sacrifice those killing scene;
Vanquish thoughts of unpleasantness;
Words hurt more than metal,...

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Bare Faced Cheek
I’m a night wanderer of streets
Once was picked up by the police
Thinking I was a sneaky thief
The truth is that I just don’t sleep 
I pleaded down upon my knee
Eventually was set free.

They could not put me in a cell
Because I'd said that...

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Sitting here faced with my fears
not know how to escape it.

Never knowing who I really am
faced with the fact of life.

It stairs me in my eyes.

This thing people calls fear
tears me down inside.

With out a soul knowing it
faced with the desicions of life.

Sitting here faced...

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My path beyond the shores of time
from life to there are maritime ripples.
Harrowing blades of rain
hammered from storm-clouds shatter puddles
of glass to rolling streams of echoes,
Misery’s trail towards cleansing waters:

A bloody throat gasping for water 
is my alarm clock each day, it hurts all the...

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As I sat in my living room
On my cozy big fluffy oarnge
sofa chair, sipping on a cup of
steaming chamomile tea, with
lemon, perched on a yellow porcelain
saucer, and while daydreaming out the
large bay window with chantilly lace
beige curtains... I viewed the funny face 
full moon amongst...

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Tarnished or burnished, of late from the store.'
reflections of glimmers..a world, outside my door..'

At shards of perception, I squint and I peer."
through the air, my conception still.' much is unclear )

you blandly gaze cold , though  re-sending suns rays
a friend without compunction? a mocker...

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Back To Back We Faced Each Other
By Shericka Murphy

I think the sun sets in his eyes
I think he got wings and that sometimes he flies
I hope he never dies.
And He's so wise--
I think love swims in his soul
He said I make him whole
Man love can...

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Even Honest Abe Lincoln admitted himself that he wasn't all that pretty,

   But you'll be hard-pressed to find a president who was more witty!

      During debates, Stephen Douglas called him a two-faced son-of-a-gun.

     ...

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What made you so special my freckle faced friend..
the day I heard you singing to a record, from your window next door.
Bell bottom clad teenaged knock out, with a ballerina's step..     
In huge Cape Cod two story where dreams took form.

My...

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