Long Unproved Poems

Frigoris Sereni verses Crisium Lu Atis
both combatants were hyped up
and the crowd seemed to be in it.
to the surprise of the regional promoters
who put these talents on exhibition to
show the Big City Promoters
who were on...

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The drum is sounding
From Queens in New York
Stretching to the horns of America
And the horns of Africa
Hear them applause
They call it the Trump drum of triumph
I sat on my chair of reeds
And looked towards north...

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I saw a side of a friend 
I couldn’t trust or ever mend 
Behaviour so crazy 
it completely changed me 
disturbing, unnerving 
and it was reoccurring 
Publicly placed 
with a spaced face 
I said excuse...

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I once saw an old man with hair 
          the color of snow and in his hand,
         ...

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Just a few lines I hereby write to let you know
that I, in my entirety am still alive,
care I give, when with pen perceiving you so slow
the words upon these lines, just in time will...

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Verse 1.
I know;
A place to go;
 I know you want to be happy, happy, happy;
I know;
You've been disappointed;
 Unproved misused and aborted;

Chorus
 all you ever wanted to be
 all you ever wanted to be
 is...

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"I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it is my gift to you"....A Rambling Poet

The youthful beauty of an unlined face,
Unsullied by the use that lies ahead
Has still the freshness of an unturned page.
A...

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Fondly I list of unrecantable dreams,
Casualty to my nature, subdued as a tenderfoot.
As though only few suns had passed by me.
Unrevealed, I gaze apon my beloveds image,
Craving those neptune eyes to consign my soul to...

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Is something unphysical
in charge of this world

That lines every moment,
unseen and unfurled

Scientists say NO,
breathing fire as they shout

What is it then
that scatters atoms about

Darwin had his theory,
well accepted—unproved

That things change themselves
 on condition and mood

But...

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What's out there I wonder
As I hear a rumble of thunder
Is that Zeus at play
Or is it God Bowling away
Did Buddah call my name last night
Or was it an angel that I saw lurking in...

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The youthful beauty of an unlined face
Unsullied by the use that lies ahead
Has still the freshness of an unturned page.
A book to show its worth must have been read.
True fairness shows when beauty dwells within.
No...

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