Best Fiddles Poems

They sit in Ivory Towers
Looking down as the smoke rises
seeing faces full of pain

They cannot fathom why
They hear the Children cry
hunger in their stomachs they have never felt

They toss money off the towers
hoping they turn into flowers
they changed nothing

They cannot think how to fix
On their...

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Ya, Shar, there are still open ones- will update later and add a new one.
Lilacs- we had a ton in our yard- on Mother's day me and my brother would
go down to the corner and sell bunches for 50 cents.  A good deal, and...

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(Piece is intended to be the most complex vocabulary gothic ever)

Grandiloquence,
mellifluous pulchritudinous,
gaiety of quintessential moistening serendipity,
bile deluge if you show the sanguinary breath,
crimson waterfall sizzling on lava rock hellscape.

Yclept necrophelia maestra,
macabre tableau,
dips douse abyssal incarnate,
now choreographs and composes cannibalistic magnum opus,
symphonies of squealing cacophony,
phantasmagoric vile...

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She wore a ribbon red as flame,
he carved her secret in his name.
They danced beneath the open skies,
with stars like lanterns in their eyes.

The campfire laughed, the horses swayed,
the fiddles sang while nightbirds prayed.
Their vows were stitched with whispered thread,
"Till death," they swore, "no tears...

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