Best Pitchforks Poems

With pitchforks and torches they rode through the night,
their goal was Milton Creek, by dawns early light.
A surprise attack was what they had foreseen,
led by the infamous, lollipop queen.

With a group of ringed men, she’d deceived and collected,
they rode for the jail, for the first...

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We came not for conquest,
but for containment—
though conquest is what happens
when containment itches beneath the skin
like sulfur spores in a sealed lung.

They had the secret.
Not gold, not weapons, not prophecy—
but language that healed.
Real language—
not poetry, not prayer,
but syntax of cells.

Their infants spoke in codons.
Their trees...

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The innocent criminalized, chased down with pitchforks and torches of fire. Their names dragged through the mire, by the hair, stripped of their humanity.

Meanwhile the guilty cheer with cash and jewels, with measured feet on the demonic beat. The guilty drinking the blood of the...

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There was an old lady, a frumpy old bag
who people called horrid, a witch and a hag
And 'though she was ugly and danced 'mid moonbeams
all was not quite as it might've then seemed

Old-fashioned black clothing made her look quite strange
townies deemed her morbid- “dangerous, deranged”
But...

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On one dark and stormy night… on a local, lonely, wind swept moor,
A very young and slightly mad scientist did some craziness, for sure.
Now mind you, he was only 3 years young, but, yet, still a science nerd,
His binky and blankie well in hand, a...

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If I so much as to disappear
The demons will go back to their fiery tower
And let me rest in my harmony

The butterflies will celebrate in flight 
That the gangstalking evil which I felt 
Will no longer be 

The deep state will need to find another...

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Glory to the Ukranian Freedom Fighters
 
Democracy and freedom are under attack
Beaurocracy and greed man,
Don’t let this war criminal come back
Putin is lootin’ the streets of Ukraine
His crimes against humanity are bordering on insane
His unprovoked aggression shows the damage in his brain
A corrupt megalomaniac whose only...

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Clean down to the bottom bill 
Smashing gobsmacked cashless
Simply crass wealthy wanting more
The silent till awaits the masses

Pouncing plastic rapist rapture
Stripped!! The global bankers dream!
Control the dough by feckless reign
A reckless chain to pitchforks once again...

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Upon revelation’s flight
Under Orion’s focus

I witness a fiery glow towards familiar horizons.

‘Tis no sunrise

It is a striking reality.

My saddened retinas witness monochromatic pitchforks,
Desolated screams,
Embellished declarations from misguided leaders
And self-made stallions riding into condescending sunsets
Without any earned punctuation to be taken seriously

A House of Eroded Representatives

A...

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Dragon wants in the movies. Honestly! He's a great actor! Just look at him!
Doesn’t he look so sweet and innocent... See! Told you he’s a great actor!
No one in the whole wide world has a bigger heart, that continues to swell.
Yeah, his chest does too....

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Religion wrapped up with a bow
Sanitized, alphabetized, in 
order all up in a row
No questions asked your belly 
full your pockets overflow 
Sieg heil, tow the party line
You'll be religion"s ho
Grab your pitchforks, torches 
too we marching up the hill
The doctors in with body parts 
and...

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There’s a mob around the corner… and it looks like they are coming here.
Yep! Dragon must be in trouble, tho I can’t imagine what, where, or when.
Must be rather serious, for pitchforks are definitely, coming around the bend. 
Dragon! Dragon! Dragon! Oh! Whoa is me!...

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Godot has arrived
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern
Alive and well thanks!

...said the haiku poster
Crudely pasted to the fence
Who was too busy selling stolen goods
To notice he was a notice
Announcing a brand new play
A fusion of two classics

Waiting for Godot
A play about a man who never arrives

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern...

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"Simply Put, Touched"

Simply put,
nothing is ever 
truly simple 

from the get-go
the process 
is complex

Love 
or 
not

in between 
the middle road
of black and white

the colours 
like codes
turned on, fire up

the frequency 
needs to be 
finely tuned

the lessons 
heard hard
on the inside

learned 

without 
the constant 
external braying...

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Walking along from the public house late that night 
My lantern giving just a little light
My thoughts as I walked, was I very late?
The time unimportant the year eighteen thirty-eight.

A scream I heard, from a far off distance.
Commotion coming my way, do I make a...

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