Long Faberge Poems

      In the purple shadows of the black's monoliths, where an ancient echo calls forth, at the blurry forge of "Ralkon Dis",
a salient dragon from mystery's petra cliffs drifts you...

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What a slap in the face!
It’s an international disgrace!

(Descriptive distraction)
and (subversion in action)

It’s now commonly used in parlance by judiciary
while in literature this prevalent (lie) I see.

With a bland, enough face?
or is there the hint...

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You are the rarest and the heaviest
Of all our precious metals here on Earth…
Your sisters, Gold and Silver, are stockpiled...
But you are not...in case supply runs low.

To generate one ounce of you we need
Ten tons...

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Fallen to the frail
inside eggshells
tap tap tap
with a stream of liquid life
ebbing brightly
shining down the drain
dried to paper width
and still held round in palms
lighter than a baby bird
and more fragile.
In time, this marvel
will be painted...

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Blue collared of the swindled lot, cannot resent just brace
Credibility so easily slapped for rough hide when pieces put into place

Daybreak compels list of chores into focus
Semblance to rain faberge for owners of circus

Stolid apparell...

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*Image of Elon Musk & Brut by Wiki & Unilever.

The Musks

Homonyms, closeness or likeness,
name or smell, be all there,
creates vanishing impetus,
Twit byes and scents to air.

Brut (cologne) was by Faberge,
Joe Namath modeled them,
Brit's Unilever owns...

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Origami gifts fledglings multiple 
         Stork sling incubates infant hatchery
         Holds pine seed offspring horticultural
    ...

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a remarkably clever young blue jay
had colorful feathers like egg faberge'
he was beautiful, amazingly gay
I saw him for the first time last Wednesday

Did not hear his name, but I think it was Ray
Did not preen...

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Delight and laughter are your stock and trade,
With rhyme you carry our worries away,
You’re much more fun than a penny arcade.
Words sparkle like an egg by Faberge,
Dancing across poems like a cabaret.

A footle on poop,...

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