Cyrano Poems - Poems about Cyrano

“Reverse Cyrano” Reverse Cyrano new wave poetry straddles the ruins milked with two sugars dark Tea dreams red leaves laquer the vain roadmaps that stain the ingrained with pommegranate poetry the bejewelled heart sweet and tart and thick skinned sliced and skewered each granate a sparkling hidden gem within the ruby words written riding astride those worlds like wolves in those comforting dicomforting whispering...

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Oh c*nt, you dick It is so nice to talk like Cyrano and be polite Towards the goals of love. To fight No more. To write quite lovesick On the topic in a way most delicate, refined And win a heart not by title nor by cash Instead by art, to be quite dignified about the flesh A master of the body...

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Pinocchio politicians got long nose ambitions Pirate patch parrot thoughts in the bosom keel dereliction decisions Gender gypsy tramps bought, paid horizontal submission Whore whispers being said Global security is premature burial on a bald eagle spread bed ... squirting liquid lies: moo white noise emission Face paste looks like a Cyrano rinse condition Gator tears shaking from a dirty tongue megaphone Broken spit vows gutter...

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Oh Cyrano, dear Cyrano Monsieur, de Bergerac Your nose was big, yes really big Immense, “la tabernac” You stuck it in, a love affair And wrote, Roxanne some prose She fell for it, to the extent That then, she Christian chose All those years, you pined for her And wrote Christian, some more But in the end, it wasn’t him But the letters, she’d adore So...

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Let me speak of great love: "Love!" no consonant can procure-- No vowel can lyrically form Into lips and eyes so fair, Dare I use the word divine When proclaiming mine? Yes! My love is all of these-- And adjectives numerous more Than leaves, And flakes it takes to white The vast countryside, And stars one counts when ribbons Of stars unfold and The dazzle of the heart...

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"So Cyrano", I asked, so many years ago. "Do you miss your love on these darkest nights?" We were passing time during a battle's lull. I, had long known his most secret thoughts, although in the dark I could not see his face I could feel the pain that I knew was there. Pain twin to mine, but longer in time...

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