Best Parrying Poems

friendship -   ((CONTEST))


**Jun Jun Villanueva**
Friendship~ salient lyrical canzonet of life's vast immeasurable experiences
an intermezzo in an interminable tedious dulcet musical theater
a masterpiece fabricated through hearts' harmonic jibe
excogitate from comradeship's bond and pinky promise
"HYMN" my heart and soul still warbling in oxymoronic spirit.


**Poet Destroyer**
Friendship-...

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              "As-salamu-alaikum,"
                      That means 
      ...

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I play my life like my kind of sport
I face opponents in badminton court
Racquet and shuttlecock on hand
Just flick the birdie to the other end

In high clear the quilled rubber flew
A sure defensive stance I often threw
Preventing a smash, parrying a score
Thus, the shuttle lands...

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The organic building of a coordinated artist
begins with reconstructing competitively clumsy LeftBrain technicians.

Whether learning to play the piano
or learning to communicate in some new language
or learning to adopt,
and/or adapt,
norms and nuances of some new cultural environment,
human nature starts, and started, with RightBrain
as inductive unconscious autonomic...

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Holy Georgina
Mother of Regina
Pray for me in this sanctified arena
That I may escape your Hurricane Katrina

With your scintillating fingers around my oesophagus
How do I stop your wind and take a breather?

Maybe it was I that summoned the phoenix 
From the ashes,
Granted!
I must have conjured your...

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friendship -   ((CONTEST))


**Jun Jun Villanueva**

Friendship~ salient lyrical canzonet of life's vast immeasurable experiences
an intermezzo in an interminable tedious dulcet musical theater
a masterpiece fabricated through hearts' harmonic jibe
excogitate from comradeship's bond and pinky promise
"HYMN" my heart and soul still warbling in oxymoronic spirit.


**Poet Destroyer**

Friendship-...

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- Contest Entry -


There can be only one in my mind,
Impressing my every thought into the service of your image,
I experience your beauty a thousand times a day even when you’re absent from me,
I can conjure no other, my bladed mind full with focus, cuts...

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As the blade leaves the scabbard
As light hits the virgin steel
The emotions well up inside me
And i begin to feel
i feel the lust of battle
as the katana slices through
through skin and bone and even souls
im no longer even thinking
all thought process lost
The sword has taken...

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Jousting and parrying the parasol defend the brolly                                     ...

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hammered anvil dark heavy with silver beaten head
cooled now after the silver sword
with steaming sizzle and hiss
met with the cold water’s kiss
hardened, sharpened, beaten but undefeated
ready for battle, eager to be wielded
by strengthened and well-trained arm
into battle, in to battle, kill and harm
defending, attacking, parrying,...

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What’s captured my interest of late:
the notion of maximally great.
Some may find it odd
to talk thus of God,
but it’s part of an age-old debate.

Saint Anselm got off to a start;
got expanded upon by Descartes.
Then Kant came along,
convinced they were wrong;
the God proofs took a shot...

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I relish sparring repartee of clever quips...

Particularly, when voicing and/or
writing bon mots doth betake
chuckling clownlike me 
rumbled stilled skin,
and e'en rouses 
this mummified corpse
(asleep for bajillion years) 
among sleepers awake,
where mine inside belly 
doth pleasantly ache

jollity the best medicine 
most thus spoke Zarathustra,
asper nonpareil persona...

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Jedessa had a sharp shopper’s eye,
her uncanny bar code intuition
told her which bargains to pass by
Irregular fits raised the purse alarm,
buy-as-is was a siren salesman charm
Flute the loose cash with soothing store sounds,
attract the wary souls with free samples all around
Lady Jed had an eagle...

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Bitter, battered, bruised and spent
Throwing punches aimed to dent,
Bobbing, weaving, sighing loud,
Gladiators playing to the crowd.

Armed with words that cut like steel
Inflicting wounds that won't fast heal,
Nostrils flaring, bulging eyes,
Parrying blows with stifled sighs.

Indignation, slights of old,
Each man's purpose bitter, cold,
One sole aim, that fatal...

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Glory of God brighter than the sun                                      ...

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