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Allowance, Allosaur?

Thunder, sound above. Found.
Do we need intellect?
O inner heart, resound!
Grill, gain, and genuflect!
Words of the prophet writ.
The serpent deeply bit...

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Prime over Soul?

Light my way, O autumn skies.
Tough turbulence, roll, soul. Endeavor, smoky skies.
Wanton, golden bowl? Veer. Rapture, raptor hawk?
Gibbous frost, allure, dark moon.
Cloud castles, arrive through, vortexes. Nexus.
Crystal blue-hued gusts, blow.
Sunbeams, waterfalls, heaven's tumbleweeds.
Cluster up damp, urban life.
Troubled, vagabond?
Too late, frozen? Repent? Up!
Folly of summer, blaze high.
Strangers in a foreign land, stand.
Riddle, red. Dead? Inside? Pride!
Forever, eternally, always.
Chill month, outlander? Deeply.
Oracle, paint portraits in far stars. Read.
Blot out, eccentric mind. Oar? For? Lore...
O bleak ink ocean, splatter at will. Chill.
Weeping wolf, winter.
Nicker, mare, wicker, man, ichor. Box...

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Psyche, Pale

Psyche, in the morning hours;
Belladonna flowers?
Dancing stars in silent showers?
Glimmers, glows, and glowers!

Ariadne, webs to weave?
Wisdom, will ye grieve?
What ought mortals to believe?
What ought I conceive?

Kali Mother, over boil?
Face down in the soil!
Military, might, embroil?
Serpents, coals a-coil...

Queen Tomyris, papyrus?
What indeed to write?
Cyrus caught a virus?
Reality, fade white!

Crabapples brew for Crassus?
To "most indecent" go!
No use skipping classes!
Revenge for him, my foe!

Tyrannosaur with face a-stern?
Tamarind taciturn!
Canis Major, what to learn?
Dinosaur, discern....

Heaven, storm, thy journey long;
Inspired by a song?
Fate and Fortune, blow a-strong!
Daughters, doth belong...?

Over, soul? Remote? Control?
Position, thy pole.
Nearby stars, hope, golden bowl?
Mole, dig toward the vole.

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Stability Serene

Guns, erupt in city street?
Shake the ground we love?
Poison, corrupt what is sweet?
Hear us, God above...

Fan out, troops; if we hold back;
Soon our fabled state;
Will of course soon fade to black!
Furies, flame, and fate...

Justice, an apology?
Yes, and when we're done;
Serene, sage, stability!
Warmth of setting sun!

I've been feeling tired of late.
Irritable. Maun.
Dust and dynamite, thy plate.
Hobo, rest on lawn.

Terrible and mighty?
Well, it's best to be.
Fanciful? Faux. Flighty?
Flicker, fancy-free?

Pillars, in thy courtyard;
What holds up the sun?
Fame and Fortune, life a-hard.
Anoint, choice. Dun. One.

How do we recover?
O sap, run down the bark.
Warplanes, how you hover!
Nighttime, scared of dark?

Inspiration! Fill each pen!
Time to think again...
Penury, plight, dragon's den...
Let us ask the wren!

Forgive what is not so bad.
Avenge what ye must!
Paisley, how ye match with plaid!
Iron, how you rust...

Family is everything.
Cement deep thy ties.
Challenger, in every ring?
Fingers, reach? En prise...

Roundabout the garden wall;
Scuppernong in spring.
Egg-shaped warlord took a fall!
Cockerel, sight a-sing.

Stifled by circumstance dire?
Send it on the wire.
Cold outside? Then light a fire.
Call thy dam and sire!

Anyway. That's life, young sir.
Helicopters whir!
Clothing may just catch a burr!
Lions bequeath fur...

All of it is small? And large!
Continuities strange;
Will ye sink the fabled barge?
Practice on the range.

Wisdom! Suffer? So it goes.
Eat well, O my crows.
Prosaic? Best hold the nose!
Dine with friends, O foes.

Abbot of the temple grand;
Every morn we stand.
Young and old, take by the hand!
Tomorrow: unplanned.

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Heaven's Harpsichord

Harpsichord in heaven?
Cubic or spherical?
Bread, O baker? Leaven.
Just flicker as you fall...

Dancing lights apace in space?
Watch them in her face.
Ghost, vanish without a trace!
Gold, case, carapace!

Desert floor in winter?
No more than one inch, snow.
Shredder, got a splinter?
Tormented, O my foe.

Panels, dance about the night!
Sparks in porcelain!
Falcon, gather wind in flight!
How we'll meet again...

Yellow eyed priest, bid the feast!
Shepherd, are ye fleeced?
Squire, page, are the wheels a-greased?
Only if they're pieced.

Connect, O my fibers!
Build high the city walls!
If they're born to jibe, sirs;
They're bound for taking falls.

Tyrant of the borderland?
Show them how we stand!
Crush them in thy hardest hand!
Order countermand!

Silence in the place of whole?
Remotely control.
Ye gods, what is mortal soul?
Golden light a-bowl.

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Describe, Script

Unnumbered army etheric;
Dost thou oppose his rule?
Prefer then the nerves a-prick!
Utmost, adverse, school!

Dubious battle on those plains?
Heaven, must ye fall?
Throne afire? Wait for the rains!
Field, get rid of all!

All is lost? Nowhere I've seen.
Unconquerable will.
Only in a dream, machine!
Immortals, pay bill.

Vengeance study? Thus requite.
Courage, doth submit?
Hatred, sing in me and fight!
Enemies to quit.

Nine full days and nights ahead?
Tartarean gloom.
Tonight we dine with the dead.
Red lighthouse a-tomb.

Abashed, devil? But you stood!
Awful, history? Good!
Naga tomb, thy neighborhood.
Nether regions, brood.

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Falcon Fuel

Sycophants, thy future.
On what does it depend?
Gold upon the ground, be pure!
River, yield thy bend!

Tormented, ye prophets?
Pleiades, rescue me!
Toolshed, art thou Tophet's?
Fly, O fancy-free...

Gain upon in rhythm?
By what right, friend and foe?
Onward, black abysm!
Dark backward, well ... Although ...

Reign of conquerors endless!
On this doth all things hinge!
Forward, O ye stark friendless!
Heart within all, twinge!

White sand, will ye countermand?
One man gang or band?
Prison walls about us planned?
Better that we stand!

Robber, burglar, thief, thy grief.
Defy, my belief.
O ye Indians, stern thy chief?
Ten thousand foot reef...

Tentacles, reach upward!
Tangle, root! Enchant!
Golem, gate! Break fast, my guard!
Feet of mine, just plant...

Will or wool, O brazen? Bull.
Mea culpa, pull.
Green fire? Clean death due a trull?
Fate and Fortune, full?

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Total War

Tread not on me, brother!
To live is to expand.
Deterrence! Slay the Other!
Cold core countermand!

Boots a-click-clack, cobblestone.
Midnight raid and how!
Help the boy to hold his own!
Sacred, O my cow!

Written in the ancient s blood?
Time to cause a flood!
Rill and river, ricin, rud!
Break, fade, flash, firewood!

Bats before the bayonets?
Batons too can kill.
Settle in before she sets?
Providence, thy will.

Wild as any modern force?
Stranger than the sea?
Shift, O river, from thy course?
Not the likes of me!

Covert action! Civilize!
Cut them down to size!
Aim for whites of foemen eyes!
Dare to criticize?

Thunder, roll o'er city street!
Alarums to ring!
Riot team, best ye complete!
Jerk them on the string!

Silent aftermath, thy path.
Kingdom, how ye grew.
Pour out poison on the math!
Hope, need talking to...

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Core Coldest

Rhythm, rhyme, and resonance.
Riddle, riffle through.
Red run roundabout? Last chance.
Buried deep in blue.

Stifle, sound of silence?
Better not ask why.
Victory bequeaths violence!
Somebody must die!

Pool up, silk thread, on my spool.
Thunder, fly at once.
Help the boy to keep it cool!
Goblin, grinning, guns!

Tyrant of the ancient waste?
How does success taste?
O ye virgins, art thou chaste?
Turkey legs a-baste!

Lobbied for, O hobby? When?
Now or then again?
Gods of death, a death! Try ten.
Dragon, from thy den...

Rattlesnake, thy timber.
Cone of volcano.
Hurry, Blizzard! Cause shiver!
Bloom, thy bungalow.

Dun the skies on Martian soil.
Fate, must we embroil?
O ye serpents, thus to coil!
Water hot to boil...

Figure eight? It's gotten late.
All men hate to wait.
Cross the desert or the strait?
Limestone gone to plate!0

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Barren Blind

Meteors fall in wastelands forgotten.
Poets, bards, sing. Taciturn, red, rotten.
Silver at twilight, seeing stones kept clear.
Seer, grind gear in the severe atmosphere.
Barren lands are kept on rare landscapes clean.
Winter, thy withering tendrils. Machine;
When do we let white rage devour? Flower;
Belladonna, tremendous thy power!

Volcano, burst with the force of all space.
Calderas choose by a need to displace.
Every so often they've got to explode.
Souls bearing load are left sharing the road.
Thunder-gods, lightning. The code, consider.
O ornithopters, beat wild to cause blur!
Thinning reality, crazy is life!
Gold in old chest, quest on edge of the knife...

River, thy bank is a rare type of blade.
Ocean, thy floor stands a home to the shade.
Chasm, abysm, the dark backward waits!
O for the children with staggers in gaits.
Hammering metal? Best prepare thy tongs.
Enamelled panelling, vibrate in songs!
Nightingales, ivy. O serpents, thy ground.
Dole and duress, circumstances unfound...

Blossoming tulip, art planted in spring?
Hornets are elements when they all sting.
Rocks, in the desert. Where nobody goes?
Noxious obnoxious means feeding the crows.
Yellow-eyed predator, wait until dark?
Best if you can, but avoid tiger shark!
Always there's somebody bigger than you?
This may be true, Hope, yet still ye accrue...