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What Parties ?

How many

of your

LOVED ONES

DIED

as a result of

POLITICAL DESCISIONS

made by

this

TORY GOVERNMENT?

 

WHO THE HELL CARES

 

JUST KEEP YOUR EYES

 

ON THOSE REFUGEES

 

STOP THE BOATS!

 

OH LOOK AT THAT

 

CELEBRITY’S ARSE

 

LOOK AT HIS PECS!

 

In the

UNITED KINGDOM

If you are a

VICTIM

of

RAPE

You have no

PRIV...

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inquirycovidevidencedeathAlice in Wonderland

Ne'er Dance

“I don’t dance,”

I told everyone who asked.

“I’m terrible at it.”

So I didn’t.

I sat on the sidelines and watched.

 

I used to dance.

I didn’t question it when my feet

Would tap of their own accord and my body

Would wiggle around with delight.

“I was young and I was stupid.

It was embarrassing.”

 

I’m still young and I’m still stupid.

I’m still terribl...

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lifedeathdanceteenage bullshit

Vanquisher of Death

One day Heaven summoned my name,
And I went fly away,
Confronting with DEATH I paused
For a while ;
Horrors of it closely I felt,
I began to trembling
As DEATH unfolded its black
Face:
I was unsure of what to say,
Still I dared to ask:
"O DEATH, why are you so brutal?
Why do you snatch the beloved one?"
Upon hearing my voice, He
Roared like the lion kneading me
And I tried
To loose ...

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Vanquisher of Death

One day Heaven summoned my name,
And I went fly away,
Confronting with DEATH I paused
For a while ;
Horrors of it closely I felt,
I began to trembling
As DEATH unfolded its black
Face:
I was unsure of what to say,
Still I dared to ask:
"O DEATH, why are you so brutal?
Why do you snatch the beloved one?"
Upon hearing my voice, He
Roared like the lion kneading me
And I tried
To loose ...

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death

Dead Rat

Flies gathered around its tiny body,

Its feet turned toward the sky

As if preparing to continue the

Never-ending rat race among the clouds.

 

People walk past and turn up their noses.

The only good rat is a

Dead rat, but why?

 

They exist just like us, their little hearts

Pumping just as fast as ours.

They scurry from place to place, ducking between

Giant meta...

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deathsort of a metaphorrat racequestioningteenage bullshit

Death Of Joy

Every time you look at me

You make me shiver  

Not in joy but in pain

Like suicidal impulses

 

Before the ages of God

Before the invent of clothes

Stars were brighter

We were the happiest

 

There was no word in between

Nor any sentence to form

Only a touch was enough

To feel each other within

 

Now the laws and the oaths

Rule the hearts and the mi...

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deathjoysorrow

After The Holocaust

Here I am,

The last man survived

Nobody left to console

None to share the pain

The only fool to withstand

The holocaust

 

It is raining since

The last bullet fired

Perhaps to wash out

Human sins

Till a single drop of

Dead blood remains

 

Feeling ashamed

Of all the memories

Feeling guilty

Of human legacy

Feeling relieved

From war a...

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war poetrydeathholocaust

The Words

in the end everything seemed

to be superfluous,

our whims, our worries,

our everyday words

whirling in between

the four corners of any statutory affairs

 

in the end everything was

so predictable like the unfolding

of any well rehearsed drama

that our words became silent

like the tired desert

after the longest day of the year

 

in the end everything pushed

...

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wardeathpeace

Regret

Regret

 

Regret
A thousand times regret.

Choices made,
that cannot be unmade.

Stupid things,
done again and again.

Foundations
laid for a useless life.

Coming to an end for some time.

At least death will be done right.

Kind of hard to screw that up.

 

(Photo taken by poet. It's the Pennsylvania hills behind Frank Lloyd Wright's Kentuck Knob House.)

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DeathRegretLifeFailureHeartacheLoss

Consumed

I remember in poverty,
eating ramen noodles,
daily.

Beans and Weenies.
Meatless sauce
spaghetti.

Rice, Rice, Rice,
without any real
spice.

Bologna Sandwiches.
Hamburger Helper
mixes.

Fried Spam,
and all kinds of meat,
canned.

Hot Dogs on a stick,
burnt to a
crisp.

Catfish from the creek,
yellow belly
meat.

Milwaukee’s Best.
Another broken
promise.

The cheape...

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