Batons Poems - Poems about Batons

...I was born in a banana republic, Between the carnivorous chains of Françafrique, In an open-air dumpster, Where tyranny, barbarity, and savagery speak with arrogance. I am perfumed with all the n......

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...Tread not on me, brother! To live is to expand. Deterrence! Slay the Other! Cold core countermand! Boots a-click-clack, cobblestone. Midnight raid and how! Help the boy to hold his own! Sacr......

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...Hands tightening, my neck is broken From the front to the back his batons a choken Fear in my body for my posture is a slopen Cheer in the voices from the violence of hate Screaming de......

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...White flags with invincible dots of black. Dark clouds covering the sky's slack, Hunting down every tear shed only to end up faking the perfect smile. Lines; lining up to make longer lines in ......

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...MEMORIES OF WAR In prison we turmoiled packed up cards to fall whilst they sucked genitals like bonbons a quartz on a table gleamed its knowing War torn ghettos with swollen stoma......

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...On meeting ruminants  My mother had tuberculosis, and my sister and older brother sent to a children's home, where the idea was strictness My brother didn't come he had an accident with  a hand......

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... She is quite the Mistress of the air, synchronize swimming where Eagles dare-stare, no need for landing batons or clearance, she has her own flare. She wraiths the hapless night and the ......

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...Traditional Solitaire potential combinations... that clenched another win today February 20th, 2024 (eight hundred and ninety yesterdays ago since June 13th, 2021) original crafting date of ......

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...For God's sake, we all make mistakes We all commit inmumerable errors Nobody is perfect, everybody is under the sticks Like the old days in the school of horrors Where students are mistreated or ......

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...Knock, knock, scritch, scratch Who’re banging at the old door? The other whispers hushly Give in to the turning knob The good one is no help Nameless twins barge in An angel and demon greet ......

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...Manhã A Consultora, na manhã que aflora, maneja os sonhos, feito pérolas em um colar... Pincéis, batons, sombras, como pétalas ao vento, em cada gesto, um sopro de encantame......

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...God! Why did you ever bring me here? I know starched khaki: how it looks like. Cop’s pistol looks much like woman’s purse But in its chambers not face powder… God! What makes it sweet I should ......

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...Sitting on the porch, a chill breeze caresses my face as storm birds fly, seeking the shelter of a dry place. Along the lake shore, trees sway to Nature's tune the music she arranged f......

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...Arm to arm, sinews clutch One another, makes friend and crutch; One crimson call, which guidance brought The feeble, stern: the working lot To stand much greater, taller, strong Filled with hope......

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...On the 16th of September, Mahsa Amini 22 was arrested by the so called morality police in Iran, because some of her hair was showing from beneath her head scarf 3 days later she died in an Irania......

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