Baying Poems - Poems about Baying

...Who killed Christ the Lord? It was not me said Herod, I did not spill his blood. I tried to kill him once it’s true but he was a baby then and was not slew Who killed Christ the Lord? Nay,......

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...Wailing for her demon lover, she knows nothing about these woods Daring the devil to snatch her from clutches of midnight she howls truth Wolves answer her with appreciative baying of their own. W......

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...Hakim. The Gatekeeper from Esagila. (A lone voice whispers) In ancient Babylon, I once stood alone and mixed fire Iron and clay All day Creating a spell To entice my only light to......

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...Between the black gutters and the painted ceilings, Dogs teach dolls how to die. Study the rot in my bicuspids, file down the calluses and watch the heartbeat Shake the skin like strychnine......

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...There are many painful pitfalls to happiness, and no one is immune to misery's tragic tune. We cry in the night like a wolf baying at the moon, sullen, soulful songs of heartbreak and despair, dr......

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...I have seen the peaks Majestic mountains Flaunting themselves Before a diminutive sun Watched a shadow Snare the radiance of light Stood before a Cathedral Surrounded by truth’s beggars Touch......

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...Have you ever pondered shadows are made of softness, they are not hard surfaced like those of us existing outside of the white noise unable to grasp - the invisible, that speak meani......

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... "The Depths" From the depths silence. Where are the voices of other women? In that other place, the monsters violate, they take and take bloody all, what ......

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...If I took my heart out of its cage you would think: "ah offal, just meat, fresh blood if I eat it quickly." . Crazily, you call 'need' love, you're crazed, heartless, a cannibal, a crippled dog......

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...The rolling, hollow, baying sounds cascading from the fen, 'cause there's a bobcat up a tree and the dogs are loose again. The cat suddenly settles, and the hunting pack goes quiet. A man whistles......

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...Sunday eventide on the slope of the fire-hued mountain, owls take flight from the pine boughs, I'm sitting by an open window, peace of writing in the night. Hunter's moon, so settled on the ri......

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...You are pursuing me As I dash across the fields of intellect, among the flowers of humor You are pursuing me across logic, through brambles of emotion and across large vast bodies of phy......

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...What My Day Was Like And Why My Feet Are Sore I walk with lead bricks tied to my feet, down this trail into oblivion. gasping at the light, the beams spinning and from thin air a melody, not......

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...I live in this house next to the crick that I built up on some stilts and my hounds sleep up under it When it gets so hot you wilts Yeah they sleep all day under the porch And we hunt coons at n......

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...Whispering Shadows Are Waltzing To That Undulating Beat Moon by day is a faintly cast glow, a poetic dance If Love's hand in play, it is a fabulous gold romance Spinning round the sky for the au......

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