Xxvi Poems - Poems about Xxvi

There is nothing more to me Tragic, yet romantic About false hope— An inkling of connection Rattled from reality— Those green eyes dimming From memory, Fading at once—years of pining Unrequited tears—too long, Hauntings of possibility, Love waning and another growing, But the moon still shines Pictures of their face on a screen— Smiles exchanged ever long ago, Imagining them now— Wholly without you And for some...

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love is not the tale of the cross; dark diction callous clichés draw, la-de-da limping of thorn-theme, snapping at cum renting spun spree love has never been an excuse; taunted track punctured passion prunes, masticated motive masks means, felon fashion trimmed by lips' spree neither is love hurled Utopia; throbbing thrills, hoisted hemisphere, dainty pastures, voluptuous vines, salient stream, vying vision dines love's a robe of many...

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M, Starlit skies don't do her any justice shadow moon's halo draping delicate features of a silhouette meandering about, every lovelorn bled pore I'm left with feelings slipping out of this goddamn world watching and waiting as you come for me standing still, longingly gazing upon that front door the winds carry anticipation the seas bring about peace heartbeats crossing small barriers when will time grant us release...

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IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XXVI IF you pull that long-besieged face Back and forth to Brussels in Brexit bob-sleigh Deal or No-Deal backstop Customs excise nor phase EU patience and make jingle-bells rein deer neigh If you pull that plucky long face You risk boxing the Left's adamant Brexit-Deal ear " EYES " to the Right "...

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IF ever I had a country : XXV - XXVI XXV IF ever I had a country And if...

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"GREAT!" is Don's favorite word It's chocolate for those who've not heard His language so hollow Is too much to swallow Since it's just a foul smelling turd Author's note: It's going to be really, really great, etc. Are people really THAT stupid?...

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SONNET XXVI SOLILOQUY ONE Jesus, You’re the Lily of the Valley Oh Jesus, You’re the Bright Morning Star, Sweet Jesus, You’re the Mighty Man in Battle, I call You Jesus, the Master of the World I call You Jesus, You’re the Master of the World. No One ever cares for me like Jesus, There’s no other friend so true as He, No One ever...

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Unquotable quotes: Tale-Carriers, Gossip-Mongers, Courrier-Pigeon Caretakers, Smoke-Signal Puffers and Tom-Tom Thumpers – XXVI Could there be such things as political shenanigans or inter-continental warfares, even catastrophes, natural disasters, tsunamis, irruptions, conflagrations, inundations, landslides, typhoons, tornadoes, hurricanes, plagues, pestilence, famines, accidents, police brutality, paedophilia, fratricide, patricide, racism, anti-semitism, corruption, assassinations, bankruptcy, elections, stock-exchange slumps and ruptures, parades...

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After the flame had come here for news When to my duke right seemed time and too place, In such a way I heard him to diffuse: “You two who are in the same fire space, If with you in my life had merit some, If my merit left you more or less trace When in world I wrote verses high...

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Enjoy, Florence, because you so great are That on seas and ground your wings you flutter, And down in hell your name around spreads far! I found five, among the stealers’ clutter, Your citizens which then made me ashamed , And you sign of honor do not utter. But if close to morn truthful dream is claimed, You shall feel, in a...

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Dearly beloved why ever Are you so passionate to seek? an avenue of fraudulent dalliance When a plethora of amour Screams before you Forsaking me to ponder When the page shall revolve...

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lightning that comes from mightiest storms cracks the night Russell Sivey...

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