Long Swordplay Poems

EVERYBODY KNOWS THAT NOBODY KNOWS

The Paleolithic Era was a long time ago. 
It consisted of a few years in a row. 
That's pretty standard as eras go.
I don't know what happened,
but there's one thing I...

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Lightning flashes across the chilly midnight sky.
A warrior rises from the ashes to be a Poetic Samurai.
Metaphorically his blazing Katanna blade is just a mere black pen.
His poetry is like an explosion from a grenade...

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“The Legendary Adventure Moments of Doctor Hermione Baggins the Reddish of Winterhold, The Master Sith Rainbow Lord Lulu Pucca, Cloud Kitty Carla Chandra the Ruby Rose, and Rand O'From Equestria the Darken Raw Snow vs...

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I am a bad boy
XXX and NC-17 qualified,
I frequent the easy streets in a leisure zone
and walk with a swagger.
I own my time
I own my dreams
I have my own plans,
I am the center of my...

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I am a bad, bad, BAD boy
XXX and NC-17 qualified,
I frequent the easy streets in leisure zone
and walk with a swagger.
I own my time
I own my dreams
I have my own plans,
I am the center of...

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A bright young fellow named Ernest
Went to med school to be an internist.
  But the sight of insides
  Gave him really bad vibes,
So he took up accounting in earnest.

A shifty young lawyer named...

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Reading by the lines, one by one
Evidenced on those skid marks left
A bitter aftertaste, beyond
goes the winding path right ahead

What led this outrage, travesty?
Swept sanity with tragedy
O’er the hedge up to no man’s land
Places that...

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I bare my authentic heart with each word I say,
Then go numb as you twist them every which way ~ ~ ~

Now the entire world weighs heavy today
And I’m too pierced to find words to...

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Prison of binding, within lies a story.
An ephemeral tale, both handsome and hoary.

Swordplay like lightning clashes.
Ballet steps, graceful with thunderous lashes.

A monstrous castle with many a hidden room.
Fire breathing dragons with golden scales of doom.

The...

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I write of two-edged swords (that tired clichè)
as though this modern boy knew hilt from blade;
as if I had been taught of true swordplay,
not learned from movies Errol Flynn had made.
But plainly put, things work...

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A mountain of some measure aligned slopes,
Silversword's statuesque uncommonness,
bikers and skiers, youth urban slang, 'dopes,'
pics of height's flowering tower upness.
Centuries of swordplay, The Word, acclaimed,
plowshares and the sorts treats its new version.
Purplish flowers are structurally...

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