Best Fauns Poems

whose bliss is this

when all ye have tranquility
absorbed in meditation
as purified drops of water
are drawn into a sponge

a wild and roving gypsy girl 
this pagan wench becomes
and takes me to the byroads
where fauns and satyrs run....

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Moon 
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Once night Gretta Foster sat in the backyard, 
building a rocket ship that ought to take her a-far, 
she had been working day and night - tirelessly, 
hammering, programming, all so dexterously. 
 
Then when the sun arose and sparkled in...

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In Lochness, an undulating giant lives; 
legendary Nessie; giant oarfish or 
prehistoric remnant?  
No one knows for certain, 
but he bothers no one; leave him be.

In mountainous terrain, walks the Yeti.
Part man; part beast; perhaps the missing link?  
Science said of its remains,...

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Wee Willie the leprechaun,
Likes to hang out with fairies and fauns;
'Cause they're wee people you see,
Magical much like he,
And they play through the woods until dawn.

Now Willie's a bit of a joker.
Of jokes he is the town broker.
You can't put one by him,
'Cause he's the...

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I gaze at slate-grey cumulus clouds 
fat with the rain that will pour out infinite love 
on our beautiful earth. The earth now waits 
in delicious, full-blooded glory; its bursting 
breast is buoyed by a soul flush and filled 
which barely contains the flesh of...

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Firearms magazine offer manifold big bang for their buck, 
many ear rational per son or daughter loves advocate, the late chuck 
heston (now a shooting star occasionally visiting Earth from celestial vault) 
   who fired undulation, imagination, and ballistic adulation 
  ...

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Malnourishment is the song from the pans whose empty hold could offer no more products to be boiled and whirled. They were quite sad having been bought then hung. Hung. Sparkly signalling stale sales. Stale sales were akin to an arguing restaurant and bistro. Whose...

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The forest exploded,
fauns poured out
of a blue spigot sky.
They jumped so high
they brushed against Jesús's feet.
Brown streaks of lightning,
(wide alien eyed) so steady even in terror.........
Coyotes must have stirred them.
Little devils, would chase God into hell
if they could pan his golden DNA.

Black muzzles will come...

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profit of lost souls

In the profit of lost souls 

A twenty first century global  order 
where paper trails all but disappear 
and trade moves at light speed through 

Complex numbers and feedback loops of uncertainty 
in a blink of an eye companies can die...

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Dark trees, ferns, sweet with seasons showers pace. 
Winking sunlight through pines greenness embrace. 
Dew pearls embroidered flowers autumn's grace, 
Becoming earths choral flute twirl and lace. 
Onlookers, sunny laughter fairies face, 
Glean upon the blooms rich entrancing place. 
Silliness of Fauns magic dance through...

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How deep the fount that births a river, flowing forth a path
   that rushes headlong down the mount where thirsty souls can drink
      where waters pulse through gills of fish and quench the tongues of fauns
  it's...

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Follow the rules

 The old man sat in his high walled garden
 he had been a traitor to his country not
a stern quisling but enough to be shunned
by the people of this town who had hailed 
him a  great writer.
His exile was self- enacted...

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Cold was the night when I sat down
The dimples on my cheeks were brown
When they're supposed to be bright red
The fear had gone into my head
I began scribbling with my pen
Words flowed out from that inky den
And danced with the flickering candlelight
Like Goosebumps tales told...

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A lovely oaken doorway
in an old creaky shop;
I stepped through one day
and saw a bunny hop.

A sleeping faun
lay upon a rock,
in hours, predawn
he wore a red frock.

By his side lay golden panpipes;
the daisies had lulled him to sleep.
his hair was red and yellow striped
and to...

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See dazzling bowls and vessels, pots of brass
Old copper kettles, cups of gold, and chiming clock
Porcelain statuettes, fake Tiffanies, stained glass
Oak storage towers, ivories of High Baroque 
Stroll down the antiques on Sunday noon
I’m fascinated by the scarab sooty bronze
I lost my face inside the...

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