Best Carrion Poems

Through the mists they land
Carried by darkened wings, spread
Sensing, they await
Suspended death in decay
Inhumanities now shared




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Carrion carry the message
In flights of dry yellow sun
And wind sprays 

The Ocean of T.V. screens
Faces the digital throng
Of robots commuting 

Satellites drift in orbit

Each dead white star ringing black

-ness.      Space.       Silent

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Symphonies roar metal

Steel...

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Carrion kings crow callous things in settled twilight cracks;
Their cankered queens quote noxious reams down croaking fabric tracks.

A patterned noose attentive sits atop a patient peak,
Whilst zephyrs drone from Zaire to home to wheeze unto the week.

Preachers pine an impassioned whine beneath their teething tongues;
'Twixt...

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Studying the studying
staring back - heavy shiney black
on the coffin road - I stood in the gods
an imposing carrion crow perched
Johnny Cash of fauna
Studying the studying
piercing dark inquisitive eyes
scanning for a body - to beak hack 

Leaving - his panoramic but dead
observation tree, higher than...

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The vulture soaring high in awe

Creates her spine to prepare the fall

As though a bullet from the gun of HIS hand

She flies down to the Carrion of grand

The poets now flee as she sets sight

They run and scatter from her diving bite

She sees the weak...

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Judas’ Carrion
	

Gossiping in such a furtive manner
Determined to raise success’ banner
Murmuring eloquently in the dark
Calumny where there’s no spark,

In the coven of conspiracy gather
Passing the Cup of Hate to another
Greedily imbibing to quench thirst
Competing to see who wins first....

To the contrary, let God be blessed:
He’s...

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The news was brief so take a breath

My "be aware" vision peered its head tonight

Poetry died a tired lonely death

And those damn poets caused the death of might

The carrion of poetry lay still with blood of ink

After years of neglet it finally gave in

As the...

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I get lost when i think about it.

My heart is parallel with time
I feel as though this beat I carry on 
is endless.

There was no start

I will never finish

I just keep going, 

With forever,

Until time is nonexistent

Until this beat becomes consistent

And one day my body...

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The lumps of flesh and bones lie nestled
in the rotting leaves littering the forest floor.
How long it has lain there seasoned by the rain
as worms work through the tattered tissue.

She approaches the rotted flesh directly,
at a slow cautious pace.
As if it might reinvent its self,
rising...

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wicked heart beats will tale on you for sure																so do not enter through their Cracked door  															their light shining out to some degree     																 angels of night with true light disagree        															 you...

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       vultures swirl… jackals

        howl… carrion flesh foul...

          buzzards on the prowl
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When my chest splits out come the crows

Where they land nobody will know

I ripped my heart out the scars will show

Where they pitch is all in fate

Life for me is far too late

Observe the crows as they claw and peck their way out

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Mornings of great days bathe in sublime sunrise
Inspiring confidence and glowing with swathes of hope
That good tidings of a magnanimous size
Were afoot on the slope

Where sadness struts its stuff
Brandishing pessimism and nihilism
If the going went tough
In the context of sadism and cynicism

Drowning optimism
Whose pride of...

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I have this fear that beyond my years 
Every word I’ve said or written will be gone,
Like dust in the wind or seas where rivers end 
These thoughts of mine will vanish with the dawn.  

No money or fame do I proclaim 
Nor legacies...

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(inspired by "Gifts of the Most High" by G Alan Johnson.)

The crows know me, and I, in their untamed glares,
and wild, accepting, onyx eyes find a solace.

No need for ID, for they’ve been watching me,
my face, yet unetched by time and life's own artistry,
is a...

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