Best Culling Poems

Culling
Back in the ancient long ago,
We had the great Crusades,
Men with red crosses on their chest,
Used swords against scimitar blades,

Todays evil ones would murder all,
Is death a disease,
Does hatred of mankind, bitter gall,
Create such misery?

It is in man to cull the crop,
To trim the numbers...

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From loss, Love’s searching might
Kill doves with pine and spite


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Entrant: Rob Carmack
Contest: In it's Essence
Form: Verse : Essence
10.12.14...

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The Culling

Happiness is a beautiful smiling word,
That soars the skies like a radiant black bird;
Culling ebony sheen downs from her sable breast
To fluff and cushion the crib of her protecting nest.

Murder and death are conjuring words too;
Sneaking around and stealing your children from you;
And though...

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She sings to us,
Even when we hear no
sound,
Especially when our
eyes are closed.

She is always there
subliminally,
Inherently in the
background noise of
everything
The city traffic and
noise of the workday

She swims softly
through our head in
the after hours
Tempting us with
Toys and Riches
Telling us what
would make us Happy

She sings on the TV,
on...

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Droves who flash 'brand of God' all will die, Faith or not!
Faith's not blood we can paint on the gates of our homes,
wait for Passover's promise as servant's of God -
man's death falls, a cold rain, on the just and unjust!
Is it Grace that an...

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Your lack of self-control 
is what makes you manageable.

Some words if left unscathed will manage 
to cut to the bone

You tried to mold me in ways
that would turn me to stone.

A solid with no emotion.
that way I'm all ways alone.

Another hopeless possibility
A so called thawing...

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