Best Aggressor Poems

My training at Starfleet was over, they were now deploying me
I was over the moon when they called; I was full of glee
I entered the transporter room where I'd dematerialize
And within seconds I was aboard, the Starship Enterprise.

I was an expert on Klingonese; they needed...

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Until recently many had never heard of this man's name
But tragic circumstances have catapulted him to fame
A lawyer and a comedian then in two thousand and eighteen
He decided to become involved in the Ukraine's political scene.

In two thousand and ninteen he won the presidency
And vowed...

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On a square in Ukraine in that war torn country
Over a  hundred strollers are parked, but they're all empty
The children no longer need them because they're all sleeping 
And those painful cries that you hear are their parents weeping. 

Young innocent lives taken, who...

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There is no guarantee
when it comes to the 
heart...

though love released with
sincere eternity – our carriers,
though Homers of loyal wings
transverse a sky of hawks

There is no guarantee
when it comes to matters
of interpersonal love – only God knows
man's truest beats – for the mortal heart
is an...

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Alphabet war.........

A is for aggressor, they're the ones who start wars, 
B is for breath, when a bullet takes yours. 
C is for Chieftain, a great British tank, 
D for the death in trenches so dank. 

E for endowment that the army will give, 
F...

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There is a system 
That turns innocent to victim..
And the aggressor turns to witness.
There’s a sickness in this business.
The whole judicial system is with this!
Swept under the rug with a quickness..

Children being taken by force with the courts..
How is it that there are so many...

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Freddie 

Friendship you offered me freely
Ready always to help and advice
Each comment structured and balanced
Delightful were the words you wrote
Drawing pictures and visions in the mind
Invoking thoughts that inspired
Each phrase and verse chosen well

I read the last poem he wrote before changing his id
to poet...

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Spy vs. Poet - pen trickery

(A collaborative poem by Serena Storm and Joel Thornton)


Dissimulating cloak – an apocryphal script 
Ah, I see "I" the spy has stumbled upon new tricks 

Disloyalty - The Perfidy - eye-witness – an errant scheme 
Perhaps errant- perfidious? A joke!...

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The stone's angle
offers no cover
as she lay 
openly exposed.

Her pedipalp mane, disheveled
by the soft reverberation
of an accidental intruder.

Whose mouth will froth?
Whose stunned lungs will blanch?
Whose limbs will twitch
then stiffen?

Aculeus poised; quavering telson.
What is her decision?

Will you writhe in the throes
of her opaque venom?
Or will she?


Author's...

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Dare you trick him? Dare you violate him?
And then you get no karma, and it leaves him grim.
You took advantage, you broke his ego.
You restrained him, you took away his ability to protect himself.
You took away his right to refuse.

And society forces confusion, ridicule, humiliation,...

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When I awoke this morning
The sunny scape was grand
I realized I'm squatting here 
On someone else's land

Someone who for centuries 
Had roamed this vast terrain
Mostly uninhabited
In sun and wind and rain

Who cherished all its bounty
The spirits will atest
Who gazed on all its beauty
Their friendship was...

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The organic building of a coordinated artist
begins with reconstructing competitively clumsy LeftBrain technicians.

Whether learning to play the piano
or learning to communicate in some new language
or learning to adopt,
and/or adapt,
norms and nuances of some new cultural environment,
human nature starts, and started, with RightBrain
as inductive unconscious autonomic...

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A Storm is brewing, quietly churning above.
Residents working to prepare a town tradition.
Mobilizing able citizens, attempts to guarantee success.
A hundred year tradition, the town's shining gem
Times are changing, still they cling to the past.
As if modernity bypassed this place altogether.
It's eight businesses, still local and...

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I was reeking of spilled grape juice yesterday. 
Today I stink like cigarettes.  
In less than two weeks I have gone from new to old.
From crisp to filthy,
 from sticky to stiff.
I shudder as my aggressor pulls me apart.
She yells something to her partner.
I...

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In the cold of the bleak morning sky, 	
we see no leaf stirs, nor birds flying by.
As we wake to the crisp Autumn chill,
we see flags at half staff, are hanging still!

It’s a day well suited for a sombre event,
when we, as a Nation remember...

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