Best Confiscation Poems

The Mill wheel wouldn't turn until the Spring
The yellow tape defines it a crime scene
Similar to one in 1930
Locals watch police investigating 

The 1840 gristmill's history
Involves the town's most famous mystery
A man charged with fraud and duplicity
Dodged first degree murder complicity

Whispers ran through the town...

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In the Orient it's called Karma,an inescapable butcher of beasts continuously chopping,slicing & trimming the meat of our mentalities,precisely weighed,
 
Occidentally the official judge of justice is commonly greeted as God,punisher of aggravated appetites,gatekeeper to the blissful & blightful kingdoms,

perhaps there are astral accountants tabulating...

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If greed had not been passed down by generation 
If love and peace had not been reduced to confiscation   
If the rules of government had not been trapped through the lamination 
of corruption
Destruction
Devastation 
Leaves no room for imagination
God forgot about creation
Hope is lost...

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"The Forgotten Poets"



Saints and Sinners
all calling out for 
forgiveness 
and wanton recognition

de Sade like minds
libertine and revolutionary
Saints living out their penance 
kiss the sharp lips of Sinners

Juxtapositions of souls
Sinners become divine
Saints become unhinged 
more human, mortalised
willingly they are led

They Become

Love makes us 
All Hallowed Souls
intrepid...

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I.
You see them on the media,
internet and TV,
people who say,”Take that man’s cash
and give all of it to me!”
Not caring that the rich fellow
has committed no crime,
that the cash the state steals from him
is a sacrifice of time.
Not caring that wealth is not a thing
that...

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I tried writing a poem tonight about the moon's brilliance. It was huge, as it was pale; hypnotic in its rise. The sun's reflection made me think of my own depression because I could see the moon's geography and its mountainous expanses. The darker shades...

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At dusk I'll seek the rainbow arch
and part ways with it's color.

The sky is darkening,
it's pupil obscured with cataracts
as sudden sparkle sprinkles,
and the dimension splits apart.

Out of opaque blue, and into clarity
I see the far end of what is near.

Forever's end nay come tomorrow
but through...

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Follow the money
Sergio Magkitsky did,
now he’s dead
Offload the stolen money offshore,
safe from regulatory confiscation
Hide the digital footprints
tracking back 
to innocent Russian blood that was shed
Don’t get looped into 
a diversionary sound byte
Keep following the money instead ...
Dirty money getting laundered clean
Circulating back 
into the filthy...

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Erased of Being a Human Being

Solitude can be so confident and precious at the same time
Thus, it may never cause any difficulties or injuries to stop being so sublime
Levels of sub-consciousness rising so near to the surface of intellect
Giving us reasoning of a semblance to...

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Bankers have a license to steal
money from their clients 
if you make a mistake
the bank can steal your money
as part of their banking license

Governments have a license
to steal money 
from the public
its is called taxation
or confiscation 

It seems 
that police these days
have a license 
to...

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So!  You think you're ready to ’Bowl’ with the ‘Big Dogs?’
You think you got what it takes to hang?
This is no place to be if you are ’Weak of Lung’ 
or suffering from a chronic case of  ’Crap-4-Brains’
We’re Real Live, Big Time, Home...

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I was asked, are you going to raise your flag on the fourth of July?

Why shouldn't I raise my flag on the fourth of July, was my reply?

Because they said, did you read Frederick Douglass's famous speech he orated in 1852, about what the fourth...

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The Conditions of Living

Stark organisations of my observations
Respond to beauty with pure elation 
Instead of chronic devastation 
Process the abject consternation 
From contrived over-saturation 
And acute mass manipulation 
That should be in legal confiscation
Truth found by way of emancipation 
Rise above the adversity and degradation...

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Edvard Munch
 An Ekphrasis Stylized Poem of Jealousy 

Oh, ancient Oden!  
I summon your primitive hand.
Take this oiled brush I hold,
and order my strokes with your command.

With deep red, spilling like blood across the land,
she appears as the object of my affection,
nude and reaching...

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According to Dr. Jennifer Clark, our students in our public school systems.
And our colleges and universities are being brain washed and indoctrinated into the doctrine of Progressive Socialism. They are being brain washed into thinking that socialism and communism are part of a utopian society...

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