Best Blood And Thunder Poems

[Now ShallowMan is quite content
receiving FactoidMan’s consent
to quibble and express dissent
as long as keeping covenant
with fingers crossed and belfry bent
when viewing Facts in sealed cement:]

SM
“The Facts you give me circumvent
those ‘truths’ your chuckles supplement;
although they might disorient
they can’t be wrong, I won’t dissent,
just using ones...

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Three voices required,
Professor,
and two students:
Yang as Fr. Time
YinYin as Sr. Gaia

In a college classroom with Win-Win Game Theory written on whiteboard.

Professor: 
Today we are going to role play 
a Win-Win enculturation game.

Natural and Social Communication Sciences 
define Enculturation as 
‘the combination of political and economic...

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My beagles have talons 
like eagles.
Oh the hell to be raised
If, one day, they 
sprouted fierce wings
and dove upon this fair city. 
Yes.
       Yes.
               Yes!...

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TIPPY TAPPY FOOTBALL

Tippy tappy football, I hear the pundits say
That's not proper football, that's not how you play
Tippy tappy football, now what's that all about?
Why can't they play like our lads and take the player out

Tippy tappy football, it's a generation thing
Six players through the...

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How repair the eyes,
cried themselves to blindness,
to bid them visualise anew
through ghetto-blurred unkindness?

How repair the mind,
dried with dust and sadness,
so it may idealise again,
dispel the clouds of madness?

How repair the skin,
torn and rent asunder,
that it will energise again,
inflamed with blood and thunder?

How repair the soul,
when...

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Religion and a poet
When I was nine years of age I came to see religion
as a fairy tale and as we know the bible is written
by many scribes during a time, some of them were wise.
I like the Old Testament because it is full
of blood...

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Monday, our first decade, and our lives are full of wonder
Tuesday, and our twenties are awash with blood and thunder
Wednesday, the miracle of children of our own
Thursday, and before we blink, the little ones are grown
Friday, and we’re looking back at our retreating dawn
Saturday, our...

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A breathless black bird cannot fly,
Yet, a drowned fish can still float in water;
You can eviscerate its tongue, but you
Cannot unring a rung bell;
But you can knee a black man’s neck,
And he’ll never breathe again;
You may oppressively beat us to the ground,
But we shall rise...

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