Short Reputed Poems

An old man usually is glad
to be reputed quite a lad.

Volodymyr Knyr
2014...

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Wine ferrets out the truth
  Or so it is reputed
Like that which it seeks
  Wine works best -- undiluted...

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    Frog legs are reputed to be
      quite a tasty delicacy

    I must confess, though, as for me
      I prefer frogs served ~ amputeed...

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perky yellow woodland sunflower
you grew renegade at the side of my Kansas woods
against the backdrop of the forest, you look amazing
glowing in the colors of an August sun
you are reputed to be an invasive plant
welcome to my meadow, you bring me joy
invade away, with my blessing...

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REPUTATIONS

reputed
&
most moving
devotion
most
 magnificent
  housed
in a  frame
  to be seen
in another
sensibility

representitive
 aspects
of  asceticism
a moment
of instant
canticles
 elements
of nature
none
can escape

a nervous
commitment
 to  ruffling
 a few feathers

a life changed...

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It hurts to be excluded
Even if you're feeling mixed
'Bout the venue that's reputed
To be one some people nixed.

For at least if you're included
You know someone seems to care
And it's not like you've intruded;
You're encouraged to be there.

Often motives are occluded
So conclusions may be reached,
But you're likely not deluded 
When a courtesy is breached....

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What can’t happen, now confuted
Dead can live, and they succeed
See them coming, well-reputed
See them getting what they need
Like a page that you refresh
They appear as if by click 
From deep sleep, back in the flesh
Was it time that did the trick?
On this basis, I surmise
We shall come back someday, too
You smile at me against the sky 
Like you often used to do.
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She sought out the secrets of the sinister circle
    diabolical, dainty dances of death
  where butterflies flutter, motorcycles v-v-r-r-o-o-o-o-o-m
    and reputed regime change plays dumb

  She hurled herself onto the altar of martyr's remains
    chew-'em-up-spit-'em-out sacrificial marks of cain
  her grisly face decomposed ere her family knew
    how she retched at what she was up to...

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The family album from times ago
Has faces I never knew,
Except…for a tint-type I feel I know
From eighteen fifty-two

The mouth is like mine and eyes as well—
Our cheekbones are high--the same;
But he was reputed to pact with Hell,
And shamed our honored name.

And I shrink at the mention of sorcery—
(The Devil’s work on Earth!),
But whisperings in our family
Have shadowed me since birth....

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Celtic through and through
Irish from her tip to her toe
Ginger haired with verdent eyes
Her face is the map of Ireland

She must be from Dublin one guesses.
Another thinks she walked out of a rainbow.
She’s reputed to have lived with leprechauns.
The girl smiles to herself.

Being British and German, she feels smug
Because she has pulled a trick
on a shamrock maker
and the governor of Cork....

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