Best Forswear Poems

I brushed water colors with thoughts of Adam's Eve
and the fallen one who was disguised to deceive
this naked nymph, who strikes a nubile pose
offering a ripened apple and a crimson rose

Both face and body, painted innocently pure
her femininity was unquestionably demure
but with forbidden fruit bitten,...

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To be blessed 
May the Lord Almighty set me free
To peacefully pace in His island’s lee
When the vice storms in a lusty surge 
And Eden earth is thrashed with its scourge  

When ethics to the right, to the left, adrift 
 And loosely swings...

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Your friends with benefits are no true friend:
as (au contraire!) your friends when used are a
perverse weed from which you must then defend
against when trust and friendship sweep away;
your friends aren't lovers' toys to be abused
or spent on reckless nights of screwing (them)
where prudence is...

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(Somewhere in late 18th-century Europe a friend, Laetitia, by way of a letter warns her beloved girlfriend, Euphoria--a young, gay and unsuspecting mistress--against the almost inevitable seductions of the infamous and maundering philanderer, Melancholia.).



Dear Euphoria,

     Melancholia is one of the more...

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Forswear search my eyesight,
A view of beauty beyond the 
twilight,
Lunar enchants us with 
honeydrop flowers,
Gifts of heaven are praised by 
the bees,
Sweetness of the sun kiss 
berries,
I beseech your sweetness 
upon my lips! 

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Shall I suppress the hankering of love,
And behold one’s stifle whispering bare,
Or quench thy besmirch of venom thereof,
Or bedight thy fog, doer of despair?
Before perceiving wisdom of thy crime,
Judgement of thyself no question make,
When desires approach years of prime, 
Must respect and morals themselves forsake?
Though...

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A Sonnet for Jayne

O,'Tis such a rare and beauteous thing 
Amidst the turmoil,who can explain 
That which inspires a man's soul to sing, 
Or to reflect its light in loud refrain. 
Were the stars so sullen before we met? 
Did both the moon and sun...

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To take thee as my wife my dear, I do
And kiss thy lips as lovers often do

With love and trust I'll promise not to do...
Forswear thou vows or swear damage to do

Of dreams that thy desire for me to do,
I'll do, unquestioned what thou breath...

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with all due respect to the Bryan Adams classic, this is my Bardish version:

heed my visage close thou wilt mark 
to me thou meanest all
thy bosom enquire soul beside
wherein shall I be found
thy searchings done

hold thy tongue ere the effort all
speaketh not of a full...

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Her lovely smile, you should be told,
is like a pint, that’s topped with gold.
Tight curls surround the comely face,
just like a golden carapace.

Her many lovers, so we hear,
forswear their cider, (some their beer)
when promised by her little scheme,
to share a pot of clotted cream.

Temptation is...

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Ugh, Why Must The Missus Vacuum At The Crack Of Dawn?
(circa: early December 27, 2018 morning)

There appears to be a
virulent (possibly deadly) strain
of housekeeping virus
Hoover ring in the air
asymptomatic tentatively linked to rein
deer droppings (micro-organisms) blare

ring and trumpeting beyond
the threshold to humans, though plain
lee send...

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Three walk the path to darkness on this night--
one to embrace, one to observe, and one
Deus ex Machina, a travesty
of the divine; the role is mine to serve
as I create.  I am death's man.

There is a fissure in the earth
and I must stand alone
upon...

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When dark despair and dismalness oppress
how then does joy keep its too, too brief cheer
when life and health forswear bliss no longer dear
and then embrace dark thoughts, dark days that depress?
When the claws of melancholy’s distress
seize, choke and kill death’s then too close, too near
for...

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I am the axiomatic master of my fate; the King of Maxim state.
I sit on a throne of axions, maintaining discrete time symmetry to keep my line in place.
With ordained and sovereign rule, I rise to the dominion of my life’s decisions; even when they...

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It was the darkest night of the year, and the light was eclipsed but the haunting moon was so near. Lagging 
hope faded, and the jading stillness increased my fear. Twas a warm, muggy night with a cool, misty fog drear. 
A vixen wind against...

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