Best Rack And Ruin Poems

Your governments throw your money to war,
But they have yet to even feed our poor.
Our roads are going to rack and ruin
But politicians cannot see what needs doing

They jump to fight the crimes of foreign states,
Whilst the crime at home reaches dire straits
They fly to...

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Each dawn, the cold steps back a pace,
In the lengthening light the cold steps back
As the lands rise fresh and free from deathlike sleep again,
To play the full young mother dressed in life itself,
Strolling through the warming, waxing sun.

Growth and generation give the lie
To the...

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Oh! Dear, what are we doing,
Chaos, Mayhem, Rack and Ruin
We have tipped the world upside down
Everyone now wears a frown
A puzzled look of disbelief
And grief

Sadness etched on every face,
Truth and morals replaced,
By evil deeds
That feeds the human race.
All seem out of place.

Keep faith that we...

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O horrible! most unwanted sting
but while thou're inevitable thing
Dragon of evil, never refuse to pay this
coming always wicked unseen jaws

Roaring, hissing, hurled, it came to prey
lad, lady, lone, rode to pray
visiting the toddler, lingering the adult
jamboree sing dirge on candle night

Emissary of patricide, matricide
messenger of...

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If you drink that SPECIAL brand of Kool-aid,And now you flounder belly up make sure someone else is there with you,(and not just for good luck,)who has the required skills to render first aid. Cause lightning may strike on THAT whole parade. He’ll bend you...

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So much sorrow and failure I see.
All are shipwrecked in life's angry sea.
Be it illness, divorce,
rack and ruin perforce.
The exception, of course... will be me....

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Clouds turn to waves

I feel so close to him
See our sameness
our Madness				       and I wonder

as I climb
an unmistakable chain
of events				               whether My path

a collective effort
an...

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What is mist in my demeanour,
makes me fray when I am touched,
the thread is just a little leaner,
when the rug is pulled too much.

Adjust the light, 
reduce the glare,
the eyes will compensate the glow
with just the right influx of air,
the breath will gently ease its...

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