Best Fronts Poems

Uncommon Sun frisks mercury— heat's blight
On Winter's frame around tree trunks and boughs,
Shrieking frost shattered— melts in her tears, rights.

Atypical thaw for this season's height,
Where my mime yet waits to move for the clouds;
Uncommon Sun frisks mercury— heat's blight.

While setting back at the set of...

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Two torn halves a battling,

Cannon shots be heard,

For war rages on forward,

Day and night, no respite to be found,

Hands betraying, a gun no longer safe in hand,

Fear that claws at the weary soldier,

Before he takes a life,

He prays with tears and begs for love,

The shot...

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Love is a challenge
 
Love is raw in cinders
 
She places a barrier
 
As she poises for another
 
 
 
Anger is seething
 
So clearly embattled
 
I'm ready to call it off
 
Forbidding her companionship
 
On these gruesome terms
 
 
 
She says the future...

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All home fronts

Turned into war frronts

Finding not weapons,

For the meal next,

What's going to happen!...

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Looking back now it was me against the world 
no one In my corner no one in my field 
too much too fast and I stood still
helpless to slaughter without a shield
 it was me and the elements alone in developments 
and I stood firm...

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In Twenty Fourty Six a group of men
hacked into a bible printing companies
computer
gaining access to the revisions
in the new book.
They removed copied and placed new sections of
the script.
People thought it was a joke at first
until they found it had been planned as a script for...

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hip hop grief

no code enforcement, she loud inside the outs of krogers
calling in her blame,, ,5,0, silent trooper, undered the statey
husband codes like adam smith gettin babs seat


Momentum on the Streets p=mv profit=momentum*volume

“How much do you get?”
“What’s the pay…..
What’s the pay off he said
Not speculating...

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Low evening rain.
Do the trees weep, or does the sky?
Gray margins swirl.

Yesterday the sun was a brightness,
on the wrists of small boys.
They played out a violent movie
a shrill mock savagery,
shouts of strife were merrily cast,
the fallen littering a sunny lawn.

Tonight, I hope the owls keep...

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