Long Dastard Poems

,It's like some long lost fairy tale 
That's handed down through time
But couldn't be, as you will see
For this strange tale is mine.

I chose to take a country road 
I do from time to time
To...

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The silence of morn makes this place forlorn
in the fields, the hillsides, and trenches.
Over two hundred years since the bloodshed and fear,
yet you can hear the yells, smell the stenches.
The crush of the blue, charging...

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“Glory! Great honour shall be mine!
Wenestl shall be last of his dastard line!
Sword unsheathed and bow taut-strung,
We rest not while a Norvajael stays unhung!”

Over glen and trail the quaver spread;
The Ilken sought sheaths of hapless...

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   Perhaps, I wish not to be so 
important? -- to go unbeknownst...by both 
God and the devil – to fall between the
cracks, of their seemingly endless, bitter war: 
Of The Glorious Garden,...

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One light, I was out panting the clown red when I met a Sadie from Francis who I found to be quiet subtractive. It was apparel she thought I was distracted two because she ted,...

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I think I shall - oh yes, I shall
put you to words in books, et al
and share my scoundrel’s rationale
with those of impish-like morale
but pray you beg me love -
your coquette kiss, thereof …

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Patriot's Play Scheme 

Should I make love or leave well enough alone?
Even though may be young teen or fully grown;
My decision, what things will it be affected by?
Nothing works out no matter how hard I...

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This is a palandromic poem.  That is, it reads exactly the same backwards (letter by letter including the title) ignoring spaces and punctuation.

Resumes Reversed
I sat in unity—tied am I!
Evil I saw is alive, here...

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Retirement
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire

Stop working now
The boss was hopeless
Gave you no hope
The nine-to-five grind
Is over now
Retirement
Exit, exit excite
Up, up away
Banjo your mango
Man goes
Peddle your medal
On your salad day
Now is not the time
To join the navy
The prospects look...

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On the pathway to the flames of hell, I stand; 
in inky blackness of night, 
with giggles of demons sounding close at hand. 

I march to the beat of Satan's dastard band; 
submit without a...

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'Twas long before a Shakespeare play was quilled,
the fifth and sixth of deadly sins would prey
then dance with pride as innocence was spilled
upon the pyre where dastard evil plays.
The wicked toil around their witch's brew
of...

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CLERIHEW REVIEW

Sir Isaac Newton 
Though genetically close to an Orang Utan
With his larger cranial cavity 
He discovered the law of gravity

Atilla the Hun
Was a man who liked innocent fun
After a day of rape and pillage...

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