Best Cult Poems

We Rulers Of This Earth

Homo-Sapiens we call ourselves, rulers of this Earth,
   Intelligent and civilized, but what is all this worth?

We're working hard...

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Hocus Pocus

Poets are like magicians.
They trick the heart into feeling, 
“things” they had no idea, were there at all. 

Sadly poets don’t always know how...

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I Came By…
(to see you)

You don’t see me. 
I see you, everyday. 
I am afraid to say hello. 
You may say good-bye. 

I just want...

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(1.)  Honoring John Keats
, fifth poet in my dedication series

Oft From A Distant Echo, It Is Heard

At the start comes just a solitary word
oft...

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On My Own

It is early in the day for most. 
I am just going to sleep. ‘
This will make many people angry. 
But at times,...

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As I seize from greener pasture
Forgive me for taking away nature
lives have always been in vain
stopping them from breathing with pain
I toil never to hold...

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Call Your Mother

Pick up the phone...
do it now. 
If you can.
Later if you must, 
I trust that you, 
know the difference. 

She never put you...

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Another One Down
And another one bites the dust. 

Marriage. 
My friend, my neighbor, the lady next door, 
Rampant miscalculations of being too nice, 
two people...

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Angels Sing

I hear them, 
all the time. 
When I pick up my child, 
and hold her close, 
her breath…
Harps; lovely,
faraway, 
and distant.

When I go to...

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Our parents chose to join a cult

Nobody asked us

We went along with what they chose

Too small to make a fuss

Indoctrinated,we believed

This life was the norm,

We...

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Death and Forlorn Time in the Shadows of True Evil

Death and Time holdeth onto eerie and most frightening shadows
Whilst pervading deeply within that infernal region...

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I’m a secret watcher of Dr. Who, but now you know, and his tardis is bigger on the inside as the cult following knows. So...

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And I walk
across numerical figments
speaking hyperbole dialect to their imaginations.

Numb, blocky gaps
whisper invitation to secret club.

Enticing my stature
to belong
to become exponent’s side-kick.

So they can welcome...

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If I

Were exactly what you needed…
you would be mine now. 
I would sadly die however, 
as… if that were true? 
I would be in heaven....

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Lingering (in foggy haze)

Silhouettes of lost souls

(basket people muttering)

Lingering

(as they always do)

Culture of poverty
holding up signs
will work for food
the barefoot children
HIV and hunger
the powerless mothers...

Lingering

Cult...

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