Best Phosphorous Poems

Take me to a safe haven,
without soldiers at borders.
Where human rights empower nationality.
No one judges on colour or creed,
nor which super power you follow.

In a world of sincere justice, 
where swords are only found in museums
and guns remain silent without bullets.
Where hearts beat without fear,
dancing...

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Waltzing Shearer

Out near Dagworth Station during 1894
Where the Waltzing Matilda, Swagman drowned,
Cos he liked them lamb chops nicely browned,
He was only eating the Masters sheep, scoffing em down,
Disgusting said Squatters and frowned, some more,
In 1894, 

Great Shearers strike was still happening,
Burned down Dagworth shearing shed,...

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Scene of such grand pageantry, men flock to view in legions.
Phenomenon to behold in most Northern of Earth's regions.
Energies of atmospheric particles meet and burst in collision
Creating the most illustrious spectacle dancing into my vision.
Trails, as if rising to Heaven, glowing phosphorous apparition.
Aurora Borealis; ...

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There’s no greater spiritual healing,	
Than planting vegetable seedlings,
And feeling living soil on your hands.
You might get tired from aerating,
Watering, weeding, and cultivating.
A kind of love that’s hard to understand.

There’s just no better money investments	
Than organic compost soil amendments,
To improve the structure of your tilth.
Add to...

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My skin prickles, hair on my arm
flag-raised.
Quite peculiar, actually, someone
or something, is watching me.

I recalculate my senses, dusting off
pre-conceived notions of paranoia.

Across the room, a dull thud garners
my attention. Searching, I discover a
doorstop has simply tipped over, quite
impossible, I conjecture!

I pick it up and feel...

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A Knight from the vast Kingdom
of The King of Holy Throne.
Michael slept within a castle
on beds of peat moss, and of loam.                       ...

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Glory goes to they who blaze
Their own trail upon the west.
They will be, if nothing else, remembered.
Their morality ambiguous
Scruples questionable.
At best, an antihero to be scoffed at and spit upon.
In fear of the fiends in the tall grass
They are burning every acre of the field.
The...

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The fire burns, 
tempestuous rain raging, 
stokes, fires spirit; 
a leaping energy, 
after burners thrusting in flight; 
a searing phantasm.

Fire phantasms, 
like phosphorous, burns.
It becomes in its flight, 
An angry dragon, raging.
Such is the spirit 
of energy.

When you see a spirit, 
unlike a phantasm; 
pure...

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this will be good and slippery
in a whistling fall from grace
feel free to edit in a picture of your choice
the more grotesque the more accurate
while glancing at your wrist watch
over and over when you knew
your 30 seconds was up centuries ago
we agree to be controlled
he...

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Once wars were fought with sticks and stones
to flog the flesh and batter bones
and conquer lands, defending thrones -
though gods provoke, not one atones. 

The multitude (by hordes beset
with battle-ax or bayonet)
braved blades, dyed red and dripping wet -
the stains were wiped with no regret.

When...

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There’s a fury on the waves
A madness taking place
Fueled by the blood
Of weary wage slaves

And they taught us how to hate
In a hi tech kind of way 
Made us meat puppets 
For the wars they wage

In a playground, running round
In a playground, being clowns
Weren’t we...

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What is phosphorous to me
asked oxygen.
Yes, He fuels light
where we briefly meet,
but light or sulfuric scented dark
are dipolar appositionals to me,
Janus faces of oxygen as s'posd to be.

What is sulfur to me
exclaimed oxygen!
Yes, she eros scents
my stinky arts and parts,
producing plasmatic phosphates
of wet flowing ribonucleic...

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Descending down the spiral steps to hell;
Acquiesced charcoal in phosphorous glow.

As if enchained by an enchantress’ spell;

Into the flames do I merrily go:

Endeared, the Master speaks ill of my worth
Before softened lips move closer t’wards I;
Lavender fragrance plumes lavishly forth -
My lungs become gills…her perfume...

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"Evil can be undone, but it cannot 'develop' into good"
...C.S. Lewis

Journey with me, james from Minnesota...

Begin this journey from a quiet place
Close your eyes and feel your good
Your mind has the gift of sight
And touch
Leave your body and rise above
Sunshine appears from the east
On a...

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Blend of yellow and blue, it's a pickle and lime.
It is jealousy's hue and a plant in its prime.

It's an emerald, jade, and a lawn-covered yard
And St. Patrick's parade and an alien's card.

On a pond it is scum, in Wisconsin a bay.
It's a gardener's thumb...

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