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Duce

The Knight's Sky

My Queen II

Surreptitious: kept secret, esp. because it would not be approved of
 
Terminus: a final point in space or time; an end or extremity
 
Aubade: a poem appropriate to the dawn or early morning

(2014)

“My Queen” Collection:
I. A Knight’s Submission
II. The Knight’s Sky
III. Knight in Shining Armor
IV. Knighted

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The Bride under the Canopy, by Marc Chagall
Loyalty

Loyalty—a lost art. To remain together Even when you are worlds apart. Focused support that’s unshaken Can’t be broken, can’t be taken.
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, by Nik Shuliahin
Knight in Shining Armor

You call me your Knight in shining armor Because after your DARKEST day… I manage to BRIGHTEN your nigh… You call me your
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We're Romantics

Minds, brighter than the sun Reading poetry for fun We’re the poets We’re romantics
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Sonnet VI: We All Provide

A spent labor-man stopped me in th… So you’ve already wiped off today’… You’re a soldier, and the war has… You’re a nurse, here in case someo… You’re just taking a break from la…
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Sonnet XVII: Sempiternal

My blank canvases are a bird or pl… Either way, sure to soar over your… Pace yourself, Greatness: somethi… With a thousand words I paint a p… I’m using not a pen, but a paintbr…
Secret Admirer

I’m on the EDGE & I’m FALLING for you I’m on the edge As I pledge My Immortal love
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Charlie Mike

I really don’t wanna speak too extensively on this, it's still a touchy topic. Plus, I’m still kinda in denial and not ready to accept this. I started to post a status in your honor a c...
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Temperamental Contract

While raking the leaves that Fall… I’d anxiously await Spring Break. Once Spring has fully sprung, I’ll ache for the Halloween seaso… In the depths of Winter blizzards…
Bathing on the Siene, by Pierre-Auguste Renoir
It Was a Noisy Night

It was a noisy night; All of the little critters, And woodland creatures Had to be out— I wouldn’t be surprised
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The Cutter

Let your pen be your Knife, and paper be your wrist Bleed onto the page
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Introspective Experiences II

Poems hold a full conversation. You’re Face-To-Face with the pag… My words are my Eyes... As you read along you’ll SEE what I’m saying.
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The Flower That I Won’t Let Die

you’re the thorn in my side yet and still, you’re the apple of my eye if i planted my heart like a seed it would grow into you—
...and then the alarm clock went off.

center A meteor shower floods the air Tearing through the skies Ripping clouds in half. Even atheist prithe save thy..
The Un-United States

At the end of the day, what’s an “United States” without unity?
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At the end of the river, by Hanoi Martínez León
Days Like This

Days like this Inexplicably pissed, Maybe not pissed But on edge no less. So please forgive me
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