Poetry
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Morality For The Lost A demon danced in dead man’s shoes, His face turned to the rain. An angel raged on through the night, Adrift on seas of pain. A babe new born an orphan lost, Alone and powerless. A demon too far gone to curse, The angel cannot bless. The babe, a child, grows…
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Commonality So I believe and know this truth, I am the same as you. Not in the way I speak or look Nor in the things I do. It’s what we are that is the same, This we should keep in mind. And understand the falseness of, Divisions that you find. What matter gender, race…
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I’m A Very Rash Person I almost wrote no verse today, My focus is not there. I’ve got the plague, the walking death, My skin hates me I swear. It’s blistered, lumpy, burning, raw, The itching drives me mad. It’s spreading fast it’s spreading far, My face looks really bad. I do not know just…
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Writers’ Dream Immortal words upon the page, A lasting legacy. Which unborn generations yet May read and think of me. For in these words a man may live, Far longer than his days. That’s why one must choose carefully, Exactly what he says. Who wants to be remembered as, A bully or a thug? As…
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The End Is Pricey Beware! Beware! The end is near! It’s nearly here I swear. A doom, a doom is coming soon, It’s doomy everywhere, With doom and gloom and worse in store, Trust me the end is nigh. With all that is about to end, What cause have I to lie? I did not…
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Soldiers’ Lament For glory and for honour and, To uphold what is right, These are the answers given when, They ask us why we fight. They point to battles fought and won, To tyrants we’ve destroyed. Talk like we’re saving everyone, Each time we are deployed. No longer are things black or white, The wars…
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Don’t Mind My Mind Oh what a wonder is the mind, Its so full of fears and dreams. It’s wider , higher, deeper and, So much larger than it seems, It’s every God that ever was, And the Goddesses as well. It’s every heaven ever dreamed, And it gave us every hell. The mind is…
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Creative Block It’s happening, that time of year, A full week yet to go. My inspiration has dried up, What will I write? Oh no! This happens every year to me, Not sure what I should write. If I can’t get my head to work, There’ll be no post tonight. Somehow the harder that I…
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My Springtime Ode The freebird sits up in the tree, And sings a freebird song. And all the other birds join in, And have a sing along. A squirrel hears the song and stops, And chatters out a line. About the joys of nuts and such, It really sounds quite fine, A doe and fawn…
Brain Bits To Go 