Best Arsenals Poems

With the heavy load you suffer
a substance not needed
yet drags you
cushioning your efforts
and deterring your pace, forgetting that
the Train is already moving
with passengers determined
for this journey.

Why get so distracted
by passers-by focused to catch up?
Why are you tossed side to side,
putting you each time,
a step backwards?
Can't...

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A storm  is brewing
Everybody is aware
Soup  appears  silent
Something is gonna take it by a storm
A storm  is brewing

The contest is prestigious
Everyone wants to be a winner
All have sharpened the arsenals
The backdoor war has already begun
A storm  is brewing

Linda says I...

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AMERICA, OH AMERICA

America, oh America, the mother of Exiles,
Mighty woman with a torch,
Towers high as a top notch
Whose flame is the imprisoned fire
With conquering limbs empire,
Astrife from kingdom to kingdom
Aiming to regulate the world's freedom
Fooled the world, psychopathic savagery
Comes a nightmare nation's can't win. Sadly
Inciting...

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It was first all, beautiful
And the plain blue sky spanned on either sides
With snow-white flakes drifting religiously
Over light-green steeples into a land
Beyond what my bulgy brown eyes can see
And God sat; watching

It soon turned pitiful
And beholding as in a trance a swam of famished 
locust...

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Arsenals of axes brought by the crate
Pedals increasing experimental
Trashy dissections of raw cityscapes
NYC rockers gone transcendental
 
Static blasts shredding the off-key high pings
Maracas hit toms to keep structured pace
Drum sticks wedged under alternate tunings
Meted by contrasting booms of the bass
 
Dissonance anteed raises the ceiling
Shaping...

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S€CRET $OCIETIES 

There it was on the internet for the world to see
“the secrets of the masons and secret societies.”
There were names and there were dates and details by the score
till the secret of their secrets weren’t secret anymore. 
With exposés and videos getting multimillion...

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Seventeen minutes to midnight - the world enters a new era,
nuclear arsenals reduce as peace creeps ever nearer.

Fourteen minutes to midnight - our hopes begin to fade,
as we discover no new world order, just the powder keg we've made.

Twelve minutes to midnight - there's tests...

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World domination is a fickle thing.
Arsenals must be compiled,
and friends beguiled,
to see successes bright sheen;

At first armies are riled,
building from the broke and poor,
can save you your store,
a trick from The Hailed;

Citizens must have rights, to ignore.
Omnipotent secret police,
the raids must not cease,
cultural ideals, smudged...

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 46

Will COP leaders be around in five years nine
Their great careers made Their statues unveiled
To what future Super Men our backs supine

Apparatchiks clubby diplomatic kind
Allegiance to rival parties well-coiled
Will COP leaders be around in five years nine

Spying on...

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Poems By Pancholi Nandlal Kanjibhai


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Imagination 14-01-07 
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Chromosomes of creeds having been replete with
Seeds of retardation in turn breed more and
More mongoloids of ethnic obsessions, hence
Engineers of genetics may ponder...

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Should Americans become afraid to write about the CCP on social media sites
or by other means of writing?  Currently the CCP has claimed:  It has the ability
to monitor any thing written about them on all American social media sites.  This
writer has done...

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The battle rages on between the 
Titans of technicalities backed by the Grammar Nazis and the 
free thinking artist of Middle English teamed with the Imps of invention.
Five seven five, stings like a hive. Artists express because they’re alive.
Haikus can’t rhyme? They do for me...

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Impeachment is neither a peach, a pullover nor is it a purple plum. And a sanctimonious swan is neither a swamp spinning yarn nor a spotty sporty spade. Ok then. Paste and post but not when out skiing for this is an operation requiring lots...

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When this time, foul up and dull, passes away.
When all contrivances light untangle.
When the grave-digger is himself entombed.
	Where’ll your hiding place be?
	Stock your arsenals,
	Store your bullion,
	Mere matters they’ll become.
When the earth’s table turns,
When its element is burnt,
When its clock strikes its last,
	I will quietly lie
	And...

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Age's bloodiest showdown looms, 
Or such it seems by its lurid form; 
Spirit's sharpest arrows must fly
Swifter than is their agile-witted norm. 

Now Armageddon's most savage sword 
Cruelest aim of softest landings takes, 
Though target's dexterous fightback 
Its most foolproof arsenals stakes. 

Thus unfolds time's...

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