Prayer Anger Poems

All I want is world peace
In the west, in the east
In the north and the south
To close your mouth
When you're happy
To stop the misery
During the...

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In the tapestry of life, memories weave their threads, and the echoes of past workplaces linger like faint perfume. Seacrest, with its morning shifts and...

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In seventy-eight, my steel-stallion, KZ1000, 
   pride, wind in my hair.
Its Sissy Bar, firm tether, bag secured, 
   my wanderlust's prayer.

Sun,...

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Atomic Canary
Angels seed
The death bell tolls to the masses
Putin ill be your dog
Netanyaho  ill be your dog
I love this land
This is where I want...

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In a land where shadows linger long,
A tale unfolds of a people's song.
Apartheid's chains, a cruel embrace,
Enslaved hearts in a divided space.
Kindred souls, with no...

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Nov. 19th,2012

A POEM

By: C.M. Charron





Reading the News



Opened, or Closed? 

Blue like a corpse?

or

Pink as a rose?

Under my clothes;

It all is exposed.

My self is discarded

along with...

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My life is playing out on the movie screen 
And I'm watching from the front row
Trying not to scream 
Holding back tears 
and trying not...

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And this your gift/ For our bounty…

“Wake up to reality, 
nothing goes as planned in this accursed world”— Madara

Is it religious for a prayer mat...

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Twenty-twelve attached her to her lowest points. 
Twenty-twelve couldn’t help her body fight the silent killer in her Veins. 
Twenty-twelve made a dramatic change to...

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I My soul shattered by the bullet of betrayal…

Shivering shards sliced throughout my sullen system 
Nights nag with naissant nightmares
Mornings moved as malignant monsters 
Trust...

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Where art thou anonymous benefactor...to offer me succor?

Ah... methinks legal tender 
could be a boon to help me bolster 
mein kampf with necessary material equipage,
which...

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Shame and guilt sabotaged mine healthy growth...

and let yours truly not forget emasculation
that prickly emotional immobilization
whereby these lovely bones 
subject courtesy senescence 
upon cremation reduced...

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I don't want you to know-- not all of it
the good, the bad, the dirty
No, there's no such thing when I try to speak my...

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Ready...Aim...Fire!

In light of tension twixt
brinkmanship rumbling one
East Asian Tiger
country otherwise known as
"the land of morning calm,"
yours truly t'will invite 
"freedom foo fighters"
tubby regaling with a...

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While loved ones bury their dead,
who were peppered with lead,
souls lacking a heart, offer
a thought and a prayer
over and over again,
like a poetic refrain.

Why do...

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