Best Join Forces Poems

Take me back to a more romantic time
Of kings and castles and love sublime

When chivalry was in the air
Let me kiss the hand of my lady fair

I'll walk the land in days of yore
When tales were told by a troubadour

I will go where the ale...

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THE INNER CHAMBER

Please.  Stop holding back on me.

Like a child standing at the neighborhood ice cream truck, arm outstretched, eyes huge, mouth watering.

I stand here longing to slip underneath your decades of cold-rolled steel armor and touch the real you.

Your soft underbelly where your...

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Carrying with me a
halfhearted smile for the
braver men than I.
The men holding tightly
to past perceptions,
live or die.
Suppose I whispered to 'em
what I've heard through
the metaphorical grapevines.
Suppose I lent a hand.
Would they take it as an opposition,
a criticism perhaps?
Carrying with me the burden of
a thousand dark...

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You,*

                               Hard-of-hearing,

             ...

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My muse stays in the background
when work takes up my time,
as soon as I’m relaxing
she comes – partner in crime.

She begs with much insistence
inclined to get her way,
she meets with no resistence,
my doubts are kept at bay.

Each mood affects my writing
in calm or urgent style.
Once...

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‘Turn swords into ploughshares and nightmares to dreams’
		
                I have not one plough and no shares in the market

		Insomnia has taken over my nights the rest is illusion

		Ambitions are exhausted...

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It was in eighteen eighty-six in the streets of Chicago,
where the greatest miscarriage of justice people would know
transpired in an infamous labor-police rendezvous.
Albert Parsons led eighty thousand people on revue.
The strikers marched down Chicago’s Michigan Avenue.
The Knights of Labor were sponsors for the work stoppage...

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If all mankind's wishes, would join forces
Earths people would have no evil to fear
Children wouldn't live or learn of hunger
because all newborn babies would thrive
But, all humanity lives in fear of an evil
That mankind hasn't learned to control
A wrath suppurates and silently churns
In the dark...

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Your arrival predate mine by two generations
Five weeks now since
Your permanent departure
Internal thoughts conflicted
Forever reminiscin’
Your heavily influenced overture

13, a younglin’
Curtain rise’s inception
On my personal narrative
Shaped by your first instruction
Of the working traveler’s adventure
And the stupidity of the expletive

Return to the current
The destruction you’ve forgotten
Placed on...

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Prayer to the Stone of Sobriety

Under a purple flannel-like sheet, but not as soft; 
As warm as flannel-but hotter,
I am sweating.
The flannel shroud soaks up my sweat like my liver soaks up venom

I see angry tigers approaching from the ceiling above where I lay;
Tigers coming...

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“There is…another…Skywalker”
Though she’s not a Jedi Knight
The force is strong in her
She fights darkness with the light

A woman unafraid of danger
Princess Leia is her name
The kingdom is at stake
She’s out to win this game

She has wit, charm and beauty
A treat for Jabba the Hut
She kills...

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The Dark Destroyer

Part I
The void arrives
Sucks you in and down
Into the nothingness
Only darkness breathes
Life out of focus
It seems all is lost
Panic stricken, then
Realisation hits
Aware that it’s here
The Dark Destroyer!
The void door closes
No strength to fight
You succumb, averse
No one understands
It’s a lonely battle
Inside your own head
Trapped,...

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The sign of a cross lives in these eyes 
where our sins and those of others 
weigh us down deeply burdened inside 
unspoken truth from behind the curtains 
bound by silence to avoid war sleeps

Forgiveness carries the torch forward 
warmly flickering with freedom and peace...

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Lying still
Windswept
Held fast by the grime of years
The view never changes
Slowly you give to the wind and as the mountain of dirt succumbs
you drift without direction then stumble upon a friend
with minds alike you join forces to escape this filthy prison
running down, down ever faster...

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The words are dark, sharp,vicious, viscous.
The images like bubbling, darkest jam,
With bubble like grim faces riding to the surface
Then bursting.
I am thirsting.Alternately with blood and bile,black.
I am a sad sack,
A pillow filled with rotten meat
For faceless men to hack.
My belly is like a Gourd, hard,
I...

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