Best Redoubt Poems

ocean stirs salt mist
vapor shield shrouds firmament
brackish mail cloaks town...

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subdued alpine slope
blanched flock servile bleating sheep
shepherd's virile staff...

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You never told me you didn’t really ever love me,
I can’t believe how crass and cruel you could be.
What possessed you my Darlin’ to act...

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(Victorian artist William Holman Hunt was
both attracted and repelled by his models)

Can we agree that, terrified of sex,
Hunt couldn’t help but hunt it, seek it...

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Sagebrush
Windy redoubt
Green sentinels shielding
Enfilading rays pound ramparts
Stagecoach...

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barren palisade
horned rams prance rocky redoubt
wolf pack scales rampart...

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Tis quite a beast of burden to bear atlas (shrug off not allowed)
Atlas shrugged an impossibility
tantamount to skinny dipping in the lock nest lagoon

Tantamount to...

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Sunday morning early, five a.m to be
precise, my mind awakes, then gently succours
the body to arise from one’s mundane sleep. I
then transfer to Britain via...

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agonizingly dutifully didst wait
to distract anticipatory anxiety,
(analogous to an expectant father)
while protracted procedure promised
nothing short of a millennium

whereby echoing thru the corridors of time
olly olly...

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Itinerant mercenary shrouded with penitent robe
Shining beacon for terrorists around the globe
Hermetic curmudgeon; gun-toting xenophobe
Zealous provacateur who for ardent jihadists did probe

Material wealth a means;...

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In a tranquil valley with banks dark and deep
Silted streams into dreary conduits seep

Shadows bearing yesterday's light on addled walls creep
Images from the dark recesses...

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And when the sky turned light and rosy
All started fussy fast and noisy,
Line by the line had shown.
Our colonel’s born as dashing fellow,
Tsar’s servant; dad...

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Guv, tell me, not without the reason
our Moscow in the fired treason
was burnt and left for French.
Oh, there were fights I see their splendours 
so...

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Back in seventeen seventy-seven,
British general John Burgoyne faced hard times,
despite winning at Hubbardton, and Fort Anne,
supplies were getting very hard to find.

When word came that...

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gratifying grand PooBah gnashing happily. How envious 
eye feel. This generic guy hallucinates (walled within his 
lovely bones) incredulously, jealously, knowing lackluster 
marriage never ordained...

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