Nunn of none

Nunn of none
Smiles sweet
With a wink
A saint in all her glory
With greedy eyes
She knows the book very well
A holey pleasure; the game of glee
On and on it seems
What is right with her
And wrong with me,
A dueling twisted song
A smile, but only I can see
The cold glint that's shining in her teeth
The smile that I dread,
I am powerless, possessed
I'm the broken pawn in her big game of chess
But she could not dirty her dainty feet
All problems were all meant for me
But why should I listen,
To the projection

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poem by April Swan
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Some Clerihews

David Attenborough,
nature lover thorough
Intrepid explorer
of fauna and flora.

James Hansen
claims sanction
for future wealth,
grandchildren's health.

Richard Dawkins
grew four paw-fins
picked carte blanche
from ev'ry branch.

Julia Gillard,
duelling for bill hard
Save carbon tax
from Abbotts's axe.

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poem by Diane Hine
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Whose house is this?

whose house is this?

silence crawls on night slowly like bugs
I stretch my limbs under warm woolen rugs,
a shrill cry of the moth and whistle of house cricket
dueling under my bed to have their accounts set,
The sound of feasting ants from a slit of wall
half sleepy I hear lover flea's invitation call,
two pigeons making love near ventilation hole
my existence feels affiliation with nature's whole,
a spark of the firefly in the black night
reminds a fall of star once shining bright,
a mosquito murmurs a secret in my ears
an expansion of universe my eager heart hears,
a house within the house within the house I live
mine is not mine this foolish mind can't believe

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Someone True

Circles like golden eye lashes
We repeat molds of the peyote birds
Now the lonely stars sing of change
I await someone who is of the mystic
Someone more sexual then butterflies
Someone wanton and carnal
Someone of the duel kingdoms
Someone true

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Playing Guitar With David

Will I play guitar with David,
While he plays his lute and harp?
Will my harmonica sweetly answer,
Like dueling banjos played with heart?

How can I glorify my awesome God
In songs and reverent psalms,
The same way that little David did
And have creation now join along?

After Gods own heart little David was
As he killed a bear and lion.
By exercising his kingsized faith
Goliath ended up slain, and dying.

So may I play guitar with David?
Shall we praise God in harmony?
Will you all dropp by and join us,
In the choir for all eternity?

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Initially Played

An enticing game initially played...
Is beginning to leave very few,
Wishing at all to win!
At underhanded duels.
Screwing all and everyone pursued!
Everyone is discovering,
Heartlessness has been a prerequisite!
But those chips disguised...
And now recognized
As a chase for terrorists,
To masquerade the depths
Of this degrading laid to enlist unrest.
And has been a solicitation of a blindedness...
Unresisted and prepared to assist!
Until a darkening over this began to persist.
And everyone enjoys feeling triumphant in sunlight!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Michael....How are you?

If Michael was a mentor and a friend
you'd think I should have known when he had died.
A year or so has skipped by since his end.
A year in which I've been pre-occupied

with other daft diversions of the day,
and re-inventing reasons not to care.
So much to do with so little to say,
till now his legacy may lift me where

I may regain the banter and the wits
which decorated many daily duels.
In private or on forums as befits
We'd oscillate from geniuses to fools.

Some days we drove each other round the bend..
Yes. Michael is a mentor and a friend.

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Wars Above

Dripping visions collide with the fantastic,
It was a failure, dressed or not dressed.
One of the triumphs became one of the losses,
Bunches of lilacs and groups of roses.

Once upon a time, repeated shocks antagonized us,
Battling for the worst, being antipathetic
And breaking up the earth like a brawl.
We encountered the earth splitting and rolling,
Spitting its blood, falling foul of the moon.

Duels of the planet jostled with death,
Exchanging blows, encountering deceit,
Opposing one another like children,
Of the heavens and planets, the stars out at night.

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I Can't Wait For Summer

I love the smell of coffee on a beautiful summer day
I love the way I get up like it could take all day
I love the sun on my skin and jumping in my pool
I like to wear my bathing suit and make all the boys drool

I love catching lightning bugs on a sweet summer night
I love watching Ghost Hunters all day long so I can have a fright
I love reading any book I want not ones I have to read for school
I love grabbing the sticks used for smores and having random
duels

My favorite part of summer is the part where nights never end
Whether I'm spending them with family or I'm spending it with friends

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Love story

Love story
~
And somewhere it may be written
a love story not of fairy-tales
or a Hollywood blockbuster
neither the best selling novel
of some highly respect author
or a poetic sonnet which sings
odes to sweet undying passion
it is more simple, honest
a love story of modern times
which bypasses the ageless classics
and clichés of romance
it may not make you cry
but it still remains a love story
lacking high drama or duels fought
mistakes are made and learnt from
and the happy ending still awaits
to be realised and celebrated
but somewhere it is written

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Surreptitious Slave

A penumbra masters my mind,
That plethora of beliefs and thoughts;
Mind’s duels are quintessential
For the rate of ideas explodes.
A surreptitious man is a spy when sold
To the slavery-dealers, superpowers.
What is this rhapsody for him?
A redolent eye is owned by the rich,
One lethal hand finds peace with roses,
Two feet seem like ripples of sand.
The slave is a spy of espying importance,
So he avoids a seraglio for the major question:
How much is his theft?
An oeuvre of much cleverness
And redolent for it seems blind enough.
He is a shadowy figure now,
Old age overtook him, and he died
Always with an honourable death.

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School Is Cruel

I woke up for school
Wanting to swim in my pool.
Thought I felt like a fool,
Because the air was too cool.
But I had to go to school,
Because it was the rule.
But school is so boring that it makes me drool.
I got there and forgot my writing tool.
At recessI had a Yu-Gi-Oh duel.
I won, but cheated, and felt pretty cruel.

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Tale Of A Tear Drop

A single Tear Drop-
Ovular formed,
Dangling on the tips,
Of a fluttering eyelash.
Suspended for a moment,
'Til impulse incepts;
'Twas a mere, subtle blink...
Yet, the Tear Drop falls;
And it travels so fast,
Like White-Water Rafting,
To ''Dueling Banjo's''.....
Riding o'er the cheekbone,
Of a shifting caps,
And in a moments flash
Its pace picks up course
A wince slows it 's speed;
But once o'er the cheekbone,
The sleighride doth begin,
Like th' one they called Nantucket;
But With human gust behind it;

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On This Day

On this day we search for you,
On it there stays a message for all.
I challenge the ones who stay
To a duel for the wise-at-heart.
There is wisdom when one speaks
And foolishness never lingers.
There is a night of splendour
When wisdom is exhibited for all.
The daily outrages committed will be denied,
Fearing these events is not for all.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Divine Shrine Vavroovahana Patra

On the shrine ye stand with a flute in the afternoon, with an innocent heart,
with a garland of blossoms I pray for the boon.
Oh, loving dear, I be mentally clear, serene and pure to get your bliss;
In the morn and eve, in dawn and duels I come and go cherish a little peace.
The shrine is pure with the aroma of flower.

The abode illuminates with the fine;
Vibrates in eve's prayer.
Perfumed with sandal's glamorous odour;
The devotees reach with light to adore.

I come to thee with fragrant flower;
How pleasantly you are desirous and fair.
To-day, returning back with empty hand from your bosom;
Tomorrow, I would not be back, receiving the garland of bliss that blossom.

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You are the God who leads me to victory (Novelinee)

When about me the heavens do rumble,
you are the God, who leads me to victory,
in destiny's roughest kind of tumble
in all things you help me to remain free,
when there is no resistance I can muster,
when everything about me burns like fuel,
when all of my own reserves do fluster
in the world's darkest, most ominous duel
you give me the will to face another sequel.

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Your Love

Your loves are staggering in performance,
Belittling your hatred and your abhorrence.
May kindness strike a heart full of zeal,
To contaminate the evil men and women of the real.
I love that which is slain, penalties are for it
To show how grand it exists, how careful is the hit.
The duel of the demon is stronger than the devil
Of the wit, offering us fright of a diverse level.

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Homage to Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz-Sonnet 145

Sonnet 145

The thing of it is, you see
this brightly colored deceit
displaying all the many charms of art
a cunning deception of hints and hues
this mystery hidden in a riddle
disguised as an epigram which
sheer flattery duels attempting to evade
its stark horror and false syllogisms
each dawn vanquishing its vanities
triumphing over age and oblivion
with forgiveness and forgetfulness
The thing of it is, you see
Contrivance, vanity, artifice
delicate kisses stranded in the wind
failed joint defenses against our fate
a one way journey, a terrible mistake
a decrepit frenzy, more rightly viewed
as a corpse, some dust, a shadow

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poem by Liberatore Suffoletta
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Death And Destruction

I see it on the news.
Death and destruction forever cruise.
When big egos are slightly bruised.
They strike out like youthful fools.
Breaking all the decent rules.
Killing people in such pointless duels.
To show that they're the conquering force.
Sweeping through those they find coarse.
Showing all that they're the best.
Never giving us any rest.
They keep fighting amongst themselves.
Dragging us along for their defense.
We're puppets in their silly games.
They feel no pity and have no shame.
They rule supreme to win the game.
Of who's the biggest man it's lame.
Forever it will be the same.
Destruction rules and death is played.
Unless someone comes and saves the day.
Then we'll finally see the way.

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I Hate Homework

As the day grows long and weary
My homework begins to parry
On the dueling field of procrastination
Which unfortunately to my teacher’s fascination
Begins to become more
Homework is oh such a bore
Homework is always a chore
Oh how I hate it to my very core
Day and night it haunts me
Day and night it taunts me
It looms over me like a great darkness
Even though with my great sharpness
It ever grows and piles up like clothes
It becomes more than I am and consumes me right away
From the second I set fit in this home oh how I fear I shall not live another day
But now is the time the time is to be
For homework to be done and me to go free
Slumber is not easy my mind is never at rest
So because of homework I cannot perform my best
Homework is a foul and horrible abomination

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poem by Damian Dauthdaert
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