Best Impugn Poems

I'll be thinking of you as the cloak of night weeps lullabies to the waiting moon,
where morning star through cloudless sky sips the sweet of morning dew,
still, if the light should forget to shine, the beauty of you time can not impugn
as in my mind,...

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Is there anyone who can explain to me
why someone in the Soup community
would gripe about those on the lists,
ranting on with their pen in clenched fist?

How important can the lists possibly be
to set someone's nerves off so repeatedly.
Why dwell upon them with such negativity,
screeching and...

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Draw back the drapes of those tenebrous clouds
for my eyes desire a glimmer of the pallid moon.
Sullen shadows of night, her beauty enshrouds.
Covering her faint glow is a sin, I dare impugn.

Lustrous is her light when emerged in the night,
as pale as the alabaster skin...

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There was a man with integrity that nobody can impugn.
The man who I'm speaking of was Daniel Boone.
This man was truly a great pioneer.
He lived a long life, nearly 86 years.

People are amazed by the incredible feats that he did.
In 1756, he married Rebecca Bryan...

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Dragon saw an advertisement for a Beauty Pageant, He wanted in! No less!
It stated it was for the 1 to 5’s, so Dragon figured he fit right in. You guess?
When we got there: We were shocked! No Mom would let us in, at the door.
They...

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(Remembering Innocence)


Note to Readers of Previous Versions:
There are so many new vignettes scattered throughout the poem that I hope you will reread the whole thing! There are new tales, improvements to previous verses, and improved footnotes as well! Trust me!


1. Bear Johnston
“Bear Johnston,” a stuffed...

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Harsh words impugn if slung in hate
and rip apart a calloused heart.
Expressed regret cannot abate
the pain that permeates our slate.

It's best to stop and take apart
the wagon which has run amuck.
Affix new wheels upon the cart
then shove ahead to a fresh start.

Deep in the mire,...

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My cloud is a drifty sort of cloud. 
A kicked back, go-where-the-wind-blows, kind of cloud.
It’s an easy-going, shoes-off, feet-on-the-table, kind of a place. 
If there were a door, it would be a revolving door.
First, because those are fun to play on, but also, because they’re...

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 Trijan refrain

Grief ascends on the rising moon
   'neath frosted Winter skies
A lone wolf howls, wailing a rune
   desperate for replies
Her mate has died,  she must lament
beside him 'til last breath was spent
   Parted in death
  ...

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Your life is the full world, the stars, sun, and moon.
On your own, you can fight the tough times real soon.
Unsteady moves can't let you up the ladder; never tone down.
Rarely will we meet; we set the lousy goal to impugn.

Tacked and seated, man has...

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Those Checkout Line Tabloids

By Elton Camp

Yellow journalism is still easy to find
It’s right there when you stand in line

Their only purpose is to make them sell
And don’t mind if some big lie they tell

They may attack one who’s underground
For with a lawyer he can’t come...

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Telling "White Lies"

My mother got born November
thirteenth, nineteen hundred thirty five
within poverty stricken household
of Canarsie, Brooklyn, the youngest
(most mollycoddled) of four siblings,

experienced grinding poverty, no
matter maternal grandfather (Moishe
Kuritsky), a tailor he lacked drive
to support his family two parents +
remainder offspring, he helped sire

lacked positive role...

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Unconditional love, 
that grants me access to a faraway paradise, 
is what I feel for you 
Breath taking beauty 
is what I see in you 
A euphonious voice, 
that bypasses my senses 
and makes me believe even the impossible, 
is what I hear from you
	
Love...

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Your only friend is darkness? Heman the Ezrahite.

That's not how to end your psalm, with ache of lonely soul, 
awake to darkness fall each day, to deepest darkest hole 
as morning clears the dark away.

Yet you persist, Heman, to have your say,
to steel your darkened...

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"Ennui Sets In”

Whenever pen is placed
Between purloined phalanges,
When my mind unfolds and tears along the seams,
I know it’s time to move my thoughts,
Through the underground;
That dark crusty void
Of dreary dreams diminished,
Where loose hell raisers floss and shine,
Comb and spray,
As drowning voices backwash yesterday’s histrionics,
Dark-eyed winches...

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