Short Vaunt Poems

Haunt and Vaunt Non Chalant

What we will do is have to haunt,
Until over the scene you do vaunt
Worried about,
And no doubt;
Done in a way being nonchalant.

Jim Horn...

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Nine o’clock dark
Stage for shark swim
Deep arc stakeout

Sailors phishing
Not squaring news
Sparing no one

Once debutante 
Vessel vaunt sinks
For daunt of men

Dawns a new day
Silent gray-blue
Sea fray absconds...

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These vast expanses and love for luxuries,
The dint and dainties ever luring, 
The beams that bend our narrow necks, 
The cares compelling all to the gate,
Our wars and wearying ways for filths 
The ego fanning fist for fights, 
And these for vain we vaunt and vent.
We wane in time, and leave em’ here....

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Where does your early morning
                 breath
                   rise
          or have descent
             or vaporize 
 
          Who can vaunt
               vaulting
            this vast vat
            which even 
                   in
              rainbows 
              i did see...

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As Long as I can see, I'll wear my sins to the sea; That is where I will be so long as you breath. 
You can meet me by the shore, Where the untutored youth vaunt stylishly like babylon whore's; Where sinning is normal and we are accepted in the false forgeries of this world for our love is just embers burning, here is where my love shall stay, beautiful as a summers day....

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PEARLS OF PERPETUITY 

Memorable jaunt, one never to daunt.
Returned very gaunt, yet pearls she doth vaunt.
Pallor didn’t want. Now spectre doth haunt.

Calligraphy font of eccentric aunt.
Executor chaunt - ridiculous flaunt.
Niece struts pearls to taunt - doppelgänger wont.

3rd Place
4/26/2017
John Hamilton’s Rhymers delight-internal monorhyme-2 contest...

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At first, just ridicule and taunt
Quit complaining, says my aunt
Technology to brag and vaunt
Apps to load and screens to flaunt
I fear I’m haggard, tired, and gaunt
I’d settle for a dream to haunt
To don the mask, a task I daunt
But if I can be your confidant
We may have even reached detente
I hopped up and I took a jaunt
To breakfast for an egg croissant
Though I’m not yet a dilettante
Or leaping the baptismal font
I finally got the sleep I want...

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