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The drums echo deep in the night

The ships are going off to war

Nothing can stop them anymore

As great warriors prepare to fight,

Let come the dawn red and bloody

As body falls after body;

The mighty fleet is on its way,

Heroes will soon enter the fray,

To avenge their king’s lost honor

They shall turn the mighty city

Into no more than a fawner,

For love they will give no pity.

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Today I somehow feel elated,

Though a shadow looms over my heart,

I don’t know what has me excited

Nor what appears to tear me apart,

A passion in me has been lighted,

My heart has woken up with a start.

How can I feel sad but delighted?

How can I feel such pleasure and smart?

Emotions which came uninvited,

Heart sailing seas outside any chart,

Spirit seeking answers long blighted;

The magic of it all feels like art

And science have at once united

Into something more than their compart.

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As I enter the scene the engines start to rev,

The race takes place in the harbor, on the paved quai,

Three laps around the dock, and now starts the tic toc;

Oh this is dangerous though more often than not

I am crowned champion, to me belongs the kudo,

Witness the racing god, here’s my opus dei,

Tires upon asphalt, engines ready to roar,

Do not even bother for today’s race is mine.

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A small attempt at an exercise in style while writing a poem.

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Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

The tears I shed

Were not all for you.

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Oh many have wondered yet some only have asked

How I write poetry with such facility,

I would reply to them that my fertility

Is but an illusion, but a bleak talent masked

In a myriad of words carefully handcrafted

From other geniuses and lines I have drafted

Through short passing moments of intense clarity,

A simple will to write suffices to create

– Without the need to keep artistic purity –

What will, through my readers, emotions permeate.

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*

In your strong, loving arms, against your weeping chest,

Let me calmly lie so I can finally rest,

I feel so very tired and exhausted and beat,

Let me lie, let me surrender to sleep my sweet,

Please lull me on my way with your beautiful voice

Let me have for my leave this one last selfish choice;

I sought to bring some warmth to people all around

I thought if I looked far an answer might be found,

I tried my very best, oh that to you I swear,

I tried all I could try, I bore all I could bear,

I fought against the world with my body and soul,

You might not see light yet nor comprehend the point

But fear not my dear, your hope you must not aroint

For as I lie here, curled, I can see you are whole.

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Aroint or a way to say begone in the olden tongue.

Also, involuntary sonnet…

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The night is dark, a storm rages,

The sky tears up under lightning,

The moon is full, the air frightening,

Monsters await in their cages;

From the castle upon the cliff

It now strangely does seem as if

The world around, sympathetic,

Wants to oppose the synthetic.

Life coursing through electric spears,

Materializing all these fears,

Will it succeed? His nerves are steeled:

Oh but it must! His fate is sealed.

Then suddenly thunder rumbles

And the tall man backwards stumbles

But to nature he will not shrive!

Silently says he: “It’s alive…”.

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Ride the wind, surf the ocean,

Do not stop until you see

The great and noble persian

And his infinite emerald sea;

Let your emotions soar, fly!

In the deep let your doubts lie,

Unleash your inner passion,

Without a single question.

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