Best Dispatching Poems

Achilles, His Heart and Soul Were Mortal
Part One- (Years Before Troy)

Achilles* woke, his slain foes calling out his name
hearing merciless woes, his sharpen sword they blame
looking at the heavens he saw the moon glowing blood red
sending its message of truth about his victims now dead!

Rising...

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Titillating drops of pleasure fall,
Showering down, halting tension's thrall.
Soothing warmth massages, eases pain,
Dispatching stressful remnants down the drain.

Caressed by warm pulsating stream,
I surrender myself to lazy dreams.
Imagining I'm in a far off place,
Wrapped in serenity's sweet embrace.

Floral fragrance with mist pirouettes,
Arousing senses, reviving zest.
Scrubbing away...

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Don’t you agree with my ability
to loosen up on our times in no night ?
A river thing was flowing
through foliaged silence.

In deranged hour of the
neck tie, you throw up obscenity 
on road. What ? Chicken hearted ?
Sickle cell anemia ?

Goat rioting before sacrifice:-
the tiny feet...

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Unquotable quotes: Fat People – XXIX

(I know this piece sounds mean and cruel but as every single parent must have experienced, this is also the expression of utter exasperation, and perhaps there’s also the slightest hint of an iota of necessary truth in it after...

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Sweltering anger spills raw emotion 
dispatching choppers in the air,
intense heat disseminates murmuring voices,
discharging menacing messages packed with fear.

Suddenly the academic mob appears, 
and storms up the bullet rigged stairs,
while the deceptive tree watches with opposing eyes  
calculating their blazing passion 
and ignoring their...

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** A trauma on Xmas eve, 24/12/2010, late night.**

     BLOOD CHRISTMAS

Christmas bliss! Christmas bliss!!
Bliss turned sour, sour turned blood.
Blood wrought cry, the cry for the brutally
Departed....
As soon as mid night surfaced, every one's loins leaped,
Helpless innocents wept,
For another crisis was born...
Gun...

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Sprawled over grasslands yellow and desolate
Peppered across the breadth of ancient mesa
Who hides her creeks as they pass obscurely along
Subtle like cracks in an egg

With the first hint of dawn she is yawning, stretching her arms
Lights dispatching here and there as the morning fog descends
Plenty...

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[the spirit of this was written after hearing KISS', "I was made for loving you"]

I keep hearing that aliens
Have thought-interfacing technology
And if I put forth the intention
This beacon will bring them to me
I'll also make the assumption
Societies universally have the same roots
As hyper-sexualized as James...

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A sliver of bright light
seeps into the darkness
Echo of voices reverberate inside my head
I'm in limbo,
I can't move
Am I alive, am I dead?
I don't feel any pain,
I don't feel much of anything
But there's a sense of dread foreshadowing me,
an unease that I can't seem to...

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Were I the king of Camelot
In search of that
More precious than the Holy Grail
Dispatching my Knights
To the North and to the south
To the east and to the west
On such an impossible quest

My fortune was more fantastic

For I the one asleep
Was awoken on the day
That she...

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"Crazy in the Time of Covid"



“You’re crazy” he said
“Is that code?” nonchalantly, she replied
“Not when you have your hands tied”, he cried

Cabin Fever had well and truly set in… 

“If you are a good special agent”, she grinned
“I’ll untie your hands, you can do some...

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We war not against flesh and blood
But do battle in the heavenly realm
For the battle is in spirit
And on earth the victory is found.

The prayers of the humble
Are heard upon high
Dispatching the angels 
To take up the fight

The battle is won when we become
Focused on...

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When conformists' adherence to
 irksome, empty, shallow, hollow
 obsolete rules

 overrides unadulterated substance...
 imported intuitive works
 of essence, potence...spirit

When lettered law
 obscures, obliterates
 disintegrates
 vital verve

When egotistical opinion
 ascends higher, reigns over...
 tramples on authentic art

This is when I dispose and disclose
 I hold scant...

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To Hellie's credit, she had rightly judged...
for, all told- the young man was quite shady
so from her guard-post she would not be budged
for she was most loyal to her lady

And when he cooed and whined to survey
Bronwyn's hide-out with treasures galore
(and blinded by love, the...

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“Whoa children”, sayeth the author of perspicacity. “You may choose to be one of three. A slave, a whore or a rebel. Whichever you choose will make you pious amongst your kind, but a villain to the other two.” 
“Be a slave. A safe, secure...

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