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"nawt" poems
S is for Seduction, a vast verb saved for flesh, But in her outer-worldly tune, my thoughts become enmeshed; Like at the great Salamis, where strength sought strike the feeble, Seduction marked our birth, their fall—an end without a sequel. L heralds in some fifty lads, of whom mere five would pass, Bugsy, Daphne, Sylvester, and Tazzy, above their peers compassed. The tests were long, the trials were tough, from nothing we had fostered A team of lucky, noble lads to fight these migrant monstærs. A is the assault, outnumbered and outclassed, Our heroes boldly braved their foes until their stalwart last. Despite their lead by tyrants, such Nawt of Hispaniola, Our foes were forced unto retreat, costing us Lady Lola. M is for the ones who’ve fallen, for them mourn reminiscence, For those who proudly placed their names for our petty subsistence. The fight is done, the beasts beat back, denied all loot and hoarding, And so a statue is ***** Honorum Mikael Iordan!
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Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 1:05 PM UTC
An Anagram for Slam
Dem white egrets sure are skittish, dey fly wildly away. But nawt dem blue herons, dey gawt bigger ***** stay fisin' right dare along da shoreline. You should hear dem gulls laughin' at all of dem, and dat risin' sun.
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May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 7:21 AM UTC
A Southern Shoreline Sunrise
Long has passed since through fate we came to meet Beneath the heavens, the stars, and the planets. And now soon the ends of our times does fleet Requiem wherein our couplings unbalanced. Piercing blade that tore my features apart darts pin ***** marks across my memories whilst storing shadows of our shared accost of ancient games, loving acts, treasuries revealed, yet not taken wholly true for whomst amongst us claims omnipotence? Impotently I strain to stay anew with you, and disregard the consequence. Alas, nawt we gain in our steadfast embrace Yet still I yearn to steady your stoic case.
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Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 6:57 AM UTC
Trimble Sonnet 1
Inside me an unquenchable fire, Rising and falling as a phoenix dies and is reborn in the purest of flames. With every rise an unbearable pain uncomparable to anything I've ever experienced before. With every fall a gut wrenching agony of searing pain. Ebbing and flowing like the tide beneath a full moon, waves of acid crashing against walls of flesh. No more of this can I take. One, surely not enough, two I take instead for with this battle I will require all the help I can get. I throw them in and begin to chew ravenously like a beast starved of food. Chalky, dry and the strangest taste of mints fill my mouth and cling to my teeth. I muster all the saliva I can and swallow the precious substance. Within seconds I feel it hit the depths of my stomach, plunging in like an icy sword. And so begins the battle of all ages, a clash of titans in a seemingly pointless battle for nawt but relief. Like two dragons, one of fire the other of ice ferociously battling tooth and claw. As the war rages on neither seem to be gaining the upper hand, both evenly matched in their immense strength. After what seemed like hours yet only took mere minutes to pass, the dust settles and there is no winner in sight, in a final almighty clash the two dragons destroy each other leaving behind no trace of this ever happening. The pain subsides and the burning gone, finally now I can be free from the fiery chains that once bound me.
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Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 9:06 PM UTC
The Battle Within