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A Soilder’s Anguish

A SOILDER’S ANGUISH

In a flash a flashback
The transmission of images forgotten
Images that halted time
And tamed a lion

The gory of lost sons
His eyes swells
Like that of a widowed woman
The egos of men

With or without consideration
Those who decided the fate of others
The horror of a haunted night
The cry of departing brothers

Brothers turned enemies overnight
Over the change of interest
The trauma of witnessing a murder
Murder of one’s beloved

War is but a super volcano
That can destroys the unrecoverable

poem by Magnus Amudi
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Knife

Slit and
Slither knife
Penetrate in phallic push
To perforate the pulse of tissues in the flesh
Slice a vein to drain the unsuspecting victim
E’er they bleed and plea
Their scream
Of death

murder
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murder

poem by Mark R Slaughter
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An Alternate Battle Hymn

To the tune of: The Battle Hymn of the Republic

Mine eyes are wide and whitening in the recess of the dark.
They are still and fixed and staring and will shine no more a spark.
In dread of merely dying has my life traced out it's arc,
Will death yet set me free?

Gory! Gory! War is murder!
The bridge of hope has lost her girders.
Oh Gloria, you should have heard her
Cry of misery.

I've been FBI and CIA, a gruff DEA narc.
In the jungles of Columbia I fought the fiercest FARC.
We employed the smart technologies in our hunting of the Snark.
And the game we played was war!

Gory! Gory! War is murder!
Gory! Gory! War is murder!
Gory! Gory! War is murder!
And peace our victory.

So we planned this operation as a fine stroll in the park;
We'd cut out the poisonous canker as the eagle doth the lark.
Though we stumble and we falter we will always leave our mark,
And write new history.

We'll impose the new world order where our bites' worse than our bark.
We will gamble with the future like a circling vulture shark.
We are all the common soldier in the hell-hole that's Iraq,
And that's the mystery.

Glory! Glory! How much further,
Can you wreck a country to convert her?
It's the same old story – yet absurder,
In this new century!

Gory! Gory! War is murder!
Gory! Gory! War is murder!
Gory! Gory! War is murder!
In this new century!

poem by David SmithWhite
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Premeditation

Oh blade you'll warm tonight!
Awash in crimson-purple flows,
Your sheen will dull with aching flesh:
Palpating anatomic mounds
Caressing, dancing, writhing round
Your metal form-
Whetted ‘gainst a lonely bone,
Then to probe the pounding, begging heart.

And all the while the prey will howl
Before they crumple; greet the mud-
A taut and unbelieving jowl
Will open out for giving blood-
A vent from down below,
Once a brutal show
Of metal in the man.

poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Brothers

Lets get to the point now
Just because weve got the same mum and dad
That dont mean im your keeper
That dont mean I owe anything to you
You dont care for me
And man I dont think that much of you
Cause were brothers brothers brothers
I dont approve of anything you do
Cause were brothers brothers brothers
Cain and abel and me and you
You drove my car when we were young boys
And you tore it up too
You never paid to get it fixed
And you got me beat up a time or two
I know I should forgive and forget
But man I still hold a grudge against you
Cause were brothers brothers brothers
I dont approve of anything you do
Cause were brothers brothers brothers
Cain and abel and me and you
It is as normal as it can be
This sibling rivalry
We should have dropped it at 22
But man I cant stand the things you do
Cause were brothers brothers brothers
Youre always want something from me
Cause were brothers brothers brothers
It was so much fun having you in the family
Cause were brothers brothers brothers
Now that were grown it aint helped nothin? at all
Cause were brothers brothers brothers
On my birthday, please dont bother to call
Cause were brothers brothers brothers
Brothers brothers brothers
Yeah, youre my brother brother brother
Brothers brothers brothers
Yeah, were brothers brothers brothers
Yeah, were brothers brothers brothers
Brothers brothers brothers

song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Murder In Her Eyes

Some say she's bitter,
some say she's sweet.
They know her by her shimmer,
Oh how sometimes her crime can be so neat.

She makes her enemies real slick,
she makes her friends so easily.
Although her enemies slaughter is real quick,
but she's a generous person, really.

The murder in her eyes
reveals her disguise,
The taste of her enemies blood,
she cannot recognize.
She seeks for revenge
For only those who caused her agony and avenge.

The murder shows who she truly is.
The sweet girl with a bloody blade in her hand.
Her enemies dead body laying on the floor
as she laughs and hounds as her enemies body rots to the core.

The murder in her eyes is severe...
Something that nobody dares to conquer

They laughed at her in the past,
She knew their life's wouldn't last.
The murder in her eyes hides the tides of her personality
for her enemy's, she loves to rec their reality.

No one ever thought she could do that.
Until they saw her true disguise which showed the murder...
Murder in her eyes.

poem by Katellyne Baker
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Murderer

I murder in the morning

I murder late at night

l murder when the time is right

l murder my family

l murder my friends

l murder anyone who gets in my way

l kill you with a gun

l kill you with a knife

l kill you with poison

l'm a murderer

l'm going to kill you now

don't scream

don't yell

don't fight me

just sit there and

DIE

DIE! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

poem by Rebecca Succes
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Kinder Murder

Here in the bar, the boys like to have fun
Theres a wager lost and an argument won
Theres a stone-washed damsel on a junk food run
Its a kinder murder
Theres a ladder to heaven from a battered stiletto
Spitting out the words that he put into her mouth
See her in silhouette going down south
Its a kinder murder
Its a kinder murder
She could have kept her knees together
Should have kept her mouth shut
Its a kinder murder
Its a kinder murder
Jimmy took her down to the perimeter fence
He was back in half an hour, he said he left her senseless
Then he went back to his regiment
Its a kinder murder
The officer said it has to be denied
Theres a tear-stained would-be teenage bride
All the family pride in the little ram-rider
Its a kinder murder
Its a kinder murder
She could have kept her knees together
Should have kept her mouth shut
Its a kinder murder
Its a kinder murder
The child went missing and the photo fit his face
Dishonoured jimmy just read about the case
He said that he was just taking up space
Its a kinder murder
Jimmy took his best friends keys from the pile on the table in a flash
He was dreaming of the pigskin seats and the walnut dash
The knickers in her handbag and the one false eyelash
Its a kinder murder
Its a kinder murder
She could have kept her knees together
Could have kept her mouth shut
Its a kinder murder [4x]

song performed by by Elvis Costello
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My brother the soilder

my brother the soilder loves his country.
my brother the soilder is dedicated to protect it.
my brother the soilder is a hero in my eyes.

my brother the soilder loves me.
my brother the soilder cares.
my brother the soilder looks out for me.

my brother the soilder would give anything for me.
my brother the soilder cheers me up when i'm down.
my brother the soilder can turn my frown upside down.

But why does my brother,
have to risk his life,
just to save those who are scared to fight?

Why does he have to be a hero?

Why does can't everyone be a hero in this world?

Why can't everyone give a little to protect themselves and others?

Why can't we all work together, just like the soilders have to do,
otherwise we all die

poem by Mel Smith
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Dire Wolf

In the timbers to fennario, the wolves are running round,
The winter was so hard and cold, froze ten feet neath the ground.
Dont murder me, I beg of you, dont murder me. please, dont murder me.
I sat down to my supper, twas a bottle of red whisky,
I said my prayers and went to bed, thats the last they saw of me.
Dont murder me, I beg of you, dont murder me. please, dont murder me.
When I awoke, the dire wolf, six hundred pounds of sin,
Was grinning at my window, all I said was come on in.
Dont murder me, I beg of you, dont murder me. please, dont murder me.
The wolf came in, I got my cards, we sat down for a game.
I cut my deck to the queen of spades, but the cards were all the same.
Dont murder me, I beg of you, dont murder me. please, dont murder me.
In the backwash of fennario, the black and bloody mire,
The dire wolf collects his dues, while the boys sing round the fire.
Dont murder me, I beg of you, dont murder me. please, dont murder me.
No, no, no dont murder me. I beg of you,
Dont murder me. please, dont murder me.

song performed by by Grateful Dead
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Are Murders and Perverts Children Of God?

Many murder, steal from
our brothers, lie, cheat and shun the
needs of our fellow man.

How then in consideration of these deeds
and those acts of hypocrisy, greed, lust
and clawing ones way through life for that
which is materialistic; -those who
are guilty of these things-how can you
be called 'A Child Of God? '

poem by Joe Fazio
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Are You A Child Of God?

Many murder, steal from
our brothers, lie, cheat and shun the
needs of our fellow man.

poem by Joe Fazio
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Images of Time

The images in my mind is like my thoughts.
Expressing my thoughts is like expressing my feelings.
Words are spoken.All my images are broken.
Broken down into pieces, which can never be made into new dishes.

Those images of past.It takes time to last.
It will last forever for met to take over.
All those images wore my past life.
But it has nothing to do with my past life.

Those images can be forgotten.But not those people.
Those people who are in your images.Can be in a real image.
When you see those people in front of you.
You like to say 'How are you'?
If they say I am fine.Then you will think of those time.

poem by Yash Pradhan
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Death of the Poet

How can one be betrayed by death

Be cheated out of living

Hate filled heart, blood shot eyes

Cold-bloodily will be of it

Heart empty beats uneven

Let I revenge all before death

With every breath vengeful fire

Let I take my life for you

Murder the old lady shall scream

Murder from the top of her lungs

The poets dead! - triumphal wreath

I am gone now to another planet

Please if not all hold onto my words

These are but just simple genius

Manifold a great poet of the time

I cut my wrist so I can write in blood

Paint a portrait of vivid images

Pull out my vain and hung it up

What a bloody mess I have caused

Shocked as their eyes wonders

They have seen the silent murder

They have slain the poet.

poem by Obinna Nwerem
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Images

I think images are worth repeating
Images repeated from a painting
Images taken from a painting
From a photo worth re-seeing
I love images worth repeating
Project them upon the ceiling
Multiply them with silk screening
See them with a different feeling
Images, oh, images
Images, oh, images
Some say images have no feeling
I think theres a deeper meaning
Mechanical precision or so its seeming
Instigates a cooler feeling
I love multiplicity of screenings
Things born anew display new meanings
I think images are worth repeating
And repeating and repeating
Images, oh, images
Images, images
Im no urban idiot savant
Spewing paint without any order
Im no sphinx, no mystery enigma
What I paint is very ordinary
I dont think Im old or modern
I dont think I think Im thinking
It doesnt matter what Im thinking
Its the images that are worth repeating
And repeating, oh, images
Images
If youre looking for a deeper meaning
Im as deep as this high ceiling
If you think technique is meaning
You might find me very simple
You might think that images boring
Cars and cans and chairs and flowers
You might find me personally boring
Hammer, sickle, mao tse tong
Mao tse tong
Ooohhh, images, images
Images
I think that it bears repeating
The images upon the ceiling
I love images worth repeating
And repeating and repeating
Images, images
Oh, images, oh, images

song performed by by Lou Reed
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Indelible Images

Idelible Images
That first day of school
That first friend
Indelible Images
That first play
That first fight
Idelible Images
That first graduation
That first car
Idelible Images
That first drunk
That first sober
Idelible Images
That first love
That first forget
Idelible Images
That first death
That first realization
Indelible Images

poem by Scott Tetreault
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Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder” (The Billion-Dollar Question)

We must all stay aware…..,
Of the Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder….,
It’s been increasing for years….,
The Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….! ! !

Can’t dare turn our backs….,
On the Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….,
It’ll sneak up and kill us…,
The Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….! ! !

It’s hard to believe and conceive….
The Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….,
That’s why so many are blind….,
To the Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder …! ! !

We’ve seen the bloody attacks…..,
Of the Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….,
So we must face the facts….,
On the Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….! ! !

Yes they’re after us all…,
The Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….,
Their radical religion condones it….,
The Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….! ! !

Can we control it or stop it….,
So it won’t go any further….? ? ?
That’s the billion-dollar question….,
On the Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder …! ! !

poem by Trade Martin
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Murder The Government

I wanna see the constitution burn
Wanna watch the white hourse overturn
Wanna witness some blue blood bleed red
I wanna tar and lynch the kkk
I wanna pull and shoot the nra
I wanna pay the lobbyists to kill themselves
I wanna dose the dea
I wanna join the cia (not really)
Murder the government, murder the government
Murder the government, and then do it again.. yeah
Murder the government, murder the government
Murder the government, and then
Murder the government

song performed by by NOFX
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Power And Children

it does not know how to whistle anymore
that which a mother does when she does not know
when father arrives
during the domestic wars among brothers of the land

it is arrogant and it does not know reason
it kills and hurries to hide its sins
murder and betrayal

without blinking eyes without trembling hands
there is only the constant triggering

bullets flow like water from the rocks
on such sounds of horror
the faces of men are shaped
the hands of children
fragile as a rose
disappear

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Beloved Sister

Today, while I sit in my rocking chair to rest
Reminiscing the time that I loved the best,
In my vision I can once more see,
My beloved sister and brothers and even me.

The time of happiness that only our family knows,
Before the impending moment that maturity grows.
I am just reminiscing - they have gone their own way now.
Since then - my black hair has turned gray above the brow.

The house is still there - no noise anymore,
No one to pick on, no wrestling on the floor,
No heavy footsteps, no laughter or glee,
My beloved sister's voice no longer calling me.

Many years of our life were spent apart,
My sister and brothers to new nests did part.
Something went amiss one sad day
When my beloved sister left to go far away.

I may have some pleasures and leisure from care,
But willingly, some of my possessions I'd gladly share
If only my beloved sister I could hold near,
For one cherishing moment of that long ago year.

poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
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Brothers in a Garden

A hive of brothers pass the area with pride,
Their hoods are covering their heads alongside.
A friend became friends with these too many men,
A little man is not subduing them immediately again.
A hive of bees is warming the souls of this garden,
They bring a happy charge of electrical energy in their abdomen.
What is more than this? What is the fate of the garden?
The destinies are written on the plaque with abbreviation.
I inspect the images of this beloved lawn of light,
This lawn is a garden that is bright and right.

poem by Naveed Akram
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