Best Maims Poems

He's a WORD Casanova
He butters them up
Gives sips from his cup
words syrupy sweet
a tasty love treat
makes the girls swoon
to his sensual croon

The Word Casanova

His words are his charm
they dismantle alarm
“sugar and spice”
and they gush..."OH…SO... NICE!"
Demanding submission
to his domination
He metes out a rule
and watches them drool

The...

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Freezing cold
unbearable frost ridden cold
Finger numbing unforgiving cold
cold you could burn in
Cold that could bury you in ice
The kind of cold that bites
The kind of cold you fight
with weapons that most often fail
Cold that burn with a different flame
Freezing extremeties until they're lame
Killing cold the...

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Words are like weapons with bullets of lead
That pierce through your soul when angry and said.

When someone shoots his mouth off like a loose cannon,
You can’t help but get hurt as the mortar is landin’.

The thing about these wounds to the soul,
There’s no bleeding to...

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'TIS POWER, TO THE PEN OF THOUGHTS TO WRITE

   FOR WORDS OFT' TIME SPOKEN ARE ON A FLIGHT

   TO A NOWHERE LAND AND THEN LOST IN THE MISTS OF TIME

   BUT PENNED, NOW THOSE WORDS ARE IMMORTALIZED

  ...

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Hate Kills                                    Love saves
Hate devours     ...

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Every year at Chanukah,
Like from divine command,
My grandma made the cookies
All her grandkids would demand.

These humble sugar dainties,
Cut in shapes and rolled out thin,
Served as harbinger that Chanukah
Could finally begin.

But each one, crisp and delicate,
Came with the possibility
That part of it would snap away,
Because of...

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What a treacherous lot this monster brings,
   Thoughts of hatred and plenty evil things. 
   It sits and chews until its bitter sweet,
   Then spews it out all over the already rotten meat. 
   It's disturbing presence...

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« She must suffer to her last breath. (…) They’ll all soon be as Dead as 0-Ren Ishii. »
« That woman deserves her Revenge. And we deserve to die. »
From « Kill Bill Vol. 1 »

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Two French girls in Paris
one aged thirteen
the other fourteen
together take...

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Gym lights take a little while to run
Flickers, bickers with itself
Fade on
Nightly, he lays, contemplating
The escape of his talent
When did it happen
While I run my manicure on his scalp
Attempting to purge anxiety 
He always said 
The Gym, Mami, it's always artic and bleak first thing
But...

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Being alone gives me so much strength
That, in my own company, I feel like I am skydiving
Or deep sea diving
Totally in control of the gears of my equipment
But wholly compelled to follow those of nature!

Being alone allows me to be my own Queen
To shoulder the...

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Her golden tresses float
one by one-- down
No longer her crowning glory;
simply a reminder of what was--
what cannot be--
tormented by those perfect coiffures surrounding.
She would gather gossamer strands to bosom,
had she one to do so;
perhaps, even collect them to be worn again.

If only there were strength...

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I
There are two ways of being in this world,
the eagle and the serpent, sometimes called:
while one seeks boundless heaven, wings unfurled,
the other through low dirt has always crawled,
and seeks to crush or poison.  Naked, bald
aggression drives him, hungry to increase
his realm, devour the victims...

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THE COMPASSION OF CHRIST

The Son of God was the light 	
Paul saw Him, and He was very bright.
He was sent to heal our eternal maims
Using love, truth and peace as medications. 

He shined our hearts 
And we stopped hating.
He stopped us to steal 
And we...

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He pauses for effect and pretends to listen and hear,
then proceeds anyway and gives the order to conquer.
Though far is his reach he is really very near,
causing destruction, he brings chaos and fear.

Silhouettes and shadows dance all over the wall
but he heeds not the warning...

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He's riding a train, in the rain,
His dissatisfaction is bringing him pain,
Almost driving him completely insane
As he watches the rain spatter the pane.
He's staring at lights braking infinite plains
Of darkness, his conscience a stain.
Watching over his life, without any gain.
No happiness, as his smile is...

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