Best 13Th Poems

Paris the 13th

Tears, my tears fall to wine
As I can not comprehend this horrendous crime
Men filled with such spiteful hate
Islamic teachings seal their fate
Kill and slaughter love and smiles
How I pray tell does this bring about
Any compassion of heart, have they no guile?

I have walked...

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Battle Clans


They came in the night
Like twisted ninja’s
Selling their honor for terror and fright
Blood spilled on Mohamed’s hands

The Tower of Paris stands tall
Art and culture they shall never fall
They wounded the bodies
They murdered the babies

The symphonies of horrors in the key of D
Replaced by waltzes...

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My own head screaming at me
every thought another fight
strangling my heart
he hid behind my tears
every possible negative thought
battling myself to do what is right
always felt like i never got it
tricking myself into situations, strung along
confusing my own confusions
mind manipulating my fears
my own hopes used against...

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Wake up a little earlier; another troubled night
But the remnants of pre-birthday make-up still do their job remarkably
Smile for the camera; these pictures are keepers, so realistically modelled for
Thank yous for unthoughtful offerings; why hurt feelings after all?
A dozen friends all come along; it's not...

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FRIDAY THE 13TH

If there ever was such a day,
you could take it all away!
Would you do it?

If there ever was a day,
you could climb up on my tree!
Would you be my chimpanzee?

If there ever was a day you could see a gypsy in the stars,
you...

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Footsteps heard from afar 
Caught in the glimpse of 
Strange shadows on walls,
the unknowable visor of 	
approaching men in uniform, 
wedged in the unbroken frames 
of those shadows;
Carrying their guns and arms,
They throw a basket of broken
Legs lost in the war, a dump yard
Of human...

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13
riding out the night 
searching for that solar storm
instead, up ahead
columns of wind 
breach the scene
green trees clobber the place 
as bedlam pulls out the white swords
and once again it's on

808 Boom! 
808 Boom!
808 Boom!

moonlight exsanguinated
even though it was full as can be
no sign of...

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Paris November 13th Makes Me Weep — Afterthought

The shock and tragedy of this most horrendous event of slaughter, murder, and unmitigated evil are indeed a very sad commentary on the state mankind finds itself in today as the dark specter of terrorism and chaos attempts...

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FRIDAY THE 13TH

Usually counting down Fridays 
Friday is actually Friday the 13th 
A day that is traditionally superstitions
Surrounded by bad vibes bad luck, 
Spooky superstitions, bad situations
General bad feeling of terrible luck. 
Not exactly a day anyone looks forward toward
Because many people just expect the...

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In recent years a amazing thing has happened to the number Thirteen,
Adding Friday, and the movies, Freddie Kruger has entered the Big Screen.
A silly guy with tights, entering dreams and prowls around at night.
Murdering, slashing, and it is a ridiculous sight.

Well in ancient times it...

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FOR MY DAUGHTER ON HER 13TH BIRTHDAY
On your thirteenth birthday
Mom and Dad wish you wonderful day
We love you forever and always
Wishing you the best future and the successful way
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando January 22, 2017...

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FRIDAY, THE 13TH, IS IT AN ANATHEMA?

I, in the bad old days
When medicine derives
Its worth and effectiveness
In the wack-wack days
The herbal and their prayers used to drive away evil spirits.

Our great great grandparents
And our parents during the present times
Still these suppression of truth are pressed...

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"Its A 'Beautiful' Day!?:) ~

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       {..Coming Soon..}
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         "Psalms 8 & 29"
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Friday the 13th.
Hope all is well where you live.
Not superstitious....

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His the archer’s bow, straight his arrowhead
  on foot and trail swift as the running deer,
and long his hair the eagle feathers spread
  in the buckskin war bonnet he does wear.
My boy the dreamcatcher, the hunter brave
  in buffalo horn and porcupine...

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