Best Going In For The Kill Poems

My nostrils sniff the air seeking,
the various scents tantalising.
Then I smell the bison and throwing
back my head I howl to my pack.

The bison start to panic and flee
as we follow hot on their tails.
Distant between us shortening at 
each stride I pick a young bull.

Going...

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On the plane I meditated or at least I tried to.  Most of the time I get a seat to myself.  These days it’s just a ****ing Greyhound in the sky.  I am not the most handsome man and the tattoos don’t...

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THE COMPANY YOU KEEP FALLS APART

I’m talking to myself again. I love me.
Sorry you don’t. Apologetic for words
beat back the devil with a baseball bat.

There is a dark spirit here. Push it in to outer space.
I’m going to be bright and orbit around the moon
like...

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Full moon in the sky, curse of the werewolf on the rise
And the poison runs through his veins and then
The man becomes the beast once again...
FULL MOON OVER WEREWOLF going in for the kill
Tearing through the mountains and hills, on the heels
Of his next bloody...

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a soul betwixt the moral outlet plunges to the depths of the sea in sin
after careful examination cadence erupts to taunt the young man's soul
like an ox going in for a kill his stems for passion to endulge in love
soft music with the lighting of...

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You're better off getting out of this mans way 
The good guy has been angered, the poet is on a Rampage
Christmas and easter have been cancelled, every day is now Wu-Tang Clan day
I grew up on Hip-Hop so my pen is sharper than a damn...

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Boxing, a brutal, bloody, painful sport.
This is my life.
I don't spend my life on a tennis court,
I'd rather be in a boxing ring than have that as my life.

Boxing is a game of skill,
to others it's a silly blood bath.
I just love going in for...

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I sat in the staff room attempting to read my book
along came a co-worker that wanted conversation
In two decades he said the world will fight 
for a shortage of water the north poles melting into the sea 

I replied how is that going to cause...

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Why die to live, when all we do is live to die 
Why give hime 10 years when he gets out all hes going to to is kill again
Why say we work for you when I last checked the presidents black
Why is there still races...

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WHY DO I CALL THIS POEM I'M FREE YOU'LL KNOW SOON ENOUGH

IT TIME FOR ME TO FACE THE COLD REALITY EVEN THOUGH ITS TOUGH.

MY LIFE IS SAD I ADMIT

BUT IT TIME TO KILL MY DEMONS AND NEVER SUBMIT.

I MAYBE UGLY, FAT, OR NEVER HAVE LOVE...

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Flex in effect in the rap game live
watching the wave of the crowd stand up loud
falling back on that ass its a blast to put things in check
bet your soory that we met but i got it made in the shade
cause I'm still shining all...

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When I'm done with you, you'll need an undertaker.
Because of what you did, you will meet your maker.
You had an affair with my daughter but neglected to tell her that you have a wife and kids.
I found a suicide note next to her body, she...

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She said our love was through,
And added, going in for the kill,
‘I’m sorry, I don’t love you;
I never have and never will -
This relationship gives me no thrill.’

I said, ‘I wish you’d stay.’
I’d thought our love would always be -
But then I turned and walked...

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How can you unsee an etched wound ?
The name will tell the moon.
An empty sky now calls for
the rains.

What was it-
the ceremonial farewell ?
A dependable pain now starts
pulling out the sharpnels from the body. 

You may call it
meaningless. My poem now
moves between the stings. Somebody
was...

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Definitely the place to devour corruption corrupt city officials so valid and vile orchestrated by a fatal attraction who slept with my spouse wearing a rubber badge from a strip club in Tampa bay shooting into my home to attack my livelihood to extort my...

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