Derring Poems - Poems about Derring

...Where do you begin with Ravichandran Ashwin...intellectual impresario Red ball romeo... conceptual maestro..the Kingpin of spin..leather lothario Perpetual taunting...teasing..bubbling cerebral......

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...Kiwi Cricket's Shangri La... "Can still hear the deafening din of the Indian crowd chagrin. Stunned shell shocked silence at mandarins' sins. Yet somehow still so loud Like thunder down......

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...Palindrome Poem...Reverse Verse about our Perverse Universe (flip gravity.. what goes down must then come up - sorry..read down then back up) "In this place we all call home Monstrously Machia......

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...Obtuse abuse..rude platitudes shout.. About alternative attitudes..generations.. Scream at different altitudes & latitudes.. Venerate mandarins sins.. Generate pernicious vicissitudes ......

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...I stand a while and ponder, my tummy sticking out my heels a little cracked, my thighs a little stout my shoulders slightly slouched my eyes a little pouched my nails could use a buff my belly-......

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...Dotty doggy duo, daily derring-do, descending leaves decorating yard, Beau-black as coal, brown-eyed batty Gus, barking brazenly, bounding, both bonkers? a boisterous, "You betcha!" Kings of......

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...In days of yore a lady's heart was won Through chivalry and deeds of derring-do. If swain proved false, she'd bid the knave be gone, Adjust her cap and look for someone new. By age fifteen a ma......

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...For twenty years I have walked my curvy tree lined street, and there're neighbors I have yet to meet, I look into the windows of the oblong and squares, and wonder about the people who live in the......

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...Stranded in war torn Sudan, Dreading yet another dawn. In Wadi Sayyidna town, Hopelessness was weighing down. Men and women, young and old, Watched the civil war unfold. Homeless, desperat......

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...I Stare in the Mirror I stare in the mirror and what do I see? An old man with rheumy eyes looking at me. Who is this old codger, this balding old shell, Who cannot r......

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...They delight in wearing women’s fancy dresses Intricate wigs fashioned as highly coifed tresses, Padding in places gives them feminine curves Appearing like that would shatter my nerve......

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...In the meadow a frosty morning chill Greets a lazy, rising autumn sun until Warming rays melt the remaining dew Heavily-clad, I shall think of you, As I start my morning walk to the h......

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...FATHER LAND Think not to impress her with cheap words, nor with tactics of a teenage boy, hoping to see the conquest of a glamazon. To sniff her fragrance, is to break through an army. noth......

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...In my old age I thought I’d have such yarns to tell, of derring-do when I was hale and hearty. Looking back, I wonder now just what befell me in those years and did I miss the party? Distant e......

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...At last my secret's out – now I can sit and write a spell. An author fashions means of flight for dormant clientele. Away to lofty heights of thought...an album, shall I write, an album crowded fu......

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