Best Knavish Poems

21.

I care not a fat hairy fig
For your task to decimate
And predicate my world
With such villainy and hate.

You evaporate the sunshine.
You bring nigh the distant...

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Written: September 18, 2023
Unwritten Absence Poetry Contest              Sponsored by: Ink Empress
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In the...

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When the world seems at its end and the righteous ones have begun to bend,when injustice is now considered just and there is no one...

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In the vortex of a maelstrom, I was rudely thrown
drowning in turbulent waters for an error I bemoan,
a blunder of loving someone who chose to...

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A pendulum is but a slave of time:
What its trapped spirit wants is hidden where
The folding waves can find a friendly clime,
Far from the bloody...

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Hold it jumping knife
Lead me now 
Off pride quality resembling stationary trains 
Under velvet willows 
xylem yields Zephaniah 
Angelic baritone can decorate 
Everything from giants...

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Oh man! Going in a golden palanquin
Ever thought, what is going on in those minds?
Of those, who are bearing your burden?
And those hundreds following your...

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Years ago God the Creator in facebook
Outright blocked knavish Satan the Crook. 
When unblocked, anew he
A request sent in glee, 
That God accepted by fluke...

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Debauched, extortionate and inconstant 
was the knavish and foul mercenary?
The perfidious praetorian reprobate
was a venal unscrupulous slug.
Debased in character and depraved in spirit
this purveyor of...

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You ever heard love scream, you ever seen love dream, you ever heard love ask 4 more love or so it seemed, love can be...

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Surviving the Venal
          by Odin Roark

As we peer into the future
As far as we dare see
There...

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In the Bay of Slaves the ships home port
The pirates lived in a wooden fort
Stealing and fighting was their sport
A modest abode for their knavish...

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And in the well-worn ache
of turning mourning,
there are no more tears-
for all is beauty-lathed
misery, held unswathed,
without fearing to uptake
hope's new sculpted shape.
A changeling exchanged
while flailing...

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In poignant solitude, I cried in vain.
Like a delicate being, I screamed in pain.
Helplessly trapped like a dying prey,
I secretly wished you'll save me one...

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In the vortex of a maelstrom, I was rudely thrown
drowning in turbulent waters for an error I bemoan,
a blunder of loving someone who chose to...

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