Best Rampages Poems

A dedication to Eileen Ghali
for her prolific production of
inspiring work

Willow Tree = Keyboard
And that’s your only clue

Hurricane Eileen - The Storm

As darkness drew nearer
Light falling to drearer
I knew, the night was a foul
The windows were slashed
By her white lightening blast
Down the chimney old windy did...

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This year's Halloween edition....





"Pale Horse and the Yellow Submarines"



There approaches 
One

Light bringer
rides a dead pony

albino 
red eyed, no gun

or so 
the story goes

pale 
as death

hear its 
Netherworld neigh

beetles 
dig deep 

pigeons coo 
novocained

ignorant 
messages fixed

dull the pain 
sleep

hidden with
ghosts of deadly nightshade

Autumn turns 
into a...

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(Three Lives, Three Sonnets, Three Friends, Fate's Dark Hand)
POEM 1. Nights Were Our Time Setting Our World Ablaze
POEM 2. When Man Lusts For All, Seeking All The More
POEM 3. Yet A Cure Within Light's Truth, May Be Found )

Poem (1.)
Nights Were Our Time Setting Our...

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It’s been a long time coming
But I’m still on my game 
Writing is the only outlet 
That frees me of this pain
I Talk it how I walk it
And this Walk is insane
Some days are harder than others
I gotta stay in my lane
I’m further from my...

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Some say life is a road, a drive,
with bumps along the way and endless turns.
Much as I try, the best image I can contrive
is, instead, of a river that boils and churns.

At times it's a gentle creek, bubbling along;
smoothly you float in it, forgotten by...

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Un-Bear-A-Ble

Used in the wrong way and feeling like a useless bug on the ground...having faith and wearing a smile during hardships...was I an experiment in this crooked society? Seriously?
Nostalgic, never-ending nights mounts the day of delight delicacies...what a major pity...but I'm ready for anything that...

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Death
Rampages
All things take their toll
Must we suffer so?
Always lamenting loss or change
Till we know not why we exist
Is it just to suffer?
Can we not see past the pain?
Eventually we must move on
Virtually dragging our minds out of the
Eternal darkness that drags us down into chaos
Nothing...

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"Awakening to the Red Road: An Ecopoetic Odyssey"
I. Anthropocentric Dissonance
-	Daniel Henry Rodgers

Do you hear that rumbling? 
That's the ancient woodlands wailing and crying out! 
I can hear their echoes mourning as 
we silence those whispering tree elders. 
Sacrificing their hard-earned truths on the 
bloodstained altar...

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Black is the sound of a thunder storm
as it rampages across the landscape
the crack of thunder as lightening
flashes across the sky pitch black

Black is the feeling deep in your gut
when something disturbs and scares you
as you watch black shapes creep towards you
leaving you shaken and...

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Bulldozers, drunk with gasoline
once again have scarred and maimed
a place, once green with grass and trees
Where we once heard the sound of breeze
and ghosts of children played their games
and were forced to leave their childhood memories

There trembles now an engine's roar,
that drowns the sounds of...

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De ja vu is seen right before my 7 senses...don't listen to the cries of lies...
Complete me...don't leave me empty - let my 6 become 7 (complete me) This bothersome feeling of disbelief intensifies - deny the lies of rebellious replies (don't trust the lies...

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Dear Mr president

I seem to be in a spot of bother,
Would you please grant me a pardon
before you depart the oval room,
 
Seeking a change of reality 
I ran away and joined the circus 
well actually it was more a sideshow 

Ringmaster said I’d fit...

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Today at six I tuned my television set
To gaze attentively... Propaganda they
All say and that today I could testify to
The spelt evil. The vision telegrammed.

To no avail the brother that was caught 
In betwixt the shooting and rampages
Of the commuters was not screened...
Yet they say...

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This Darkened World And Its Many Hidden Wolves

My what long sharp and poisonous teeth you sport
as you wander through flowering meadows so sweet
"but the lambs, the lambs"- is slay them your great retort
as you stomp deeper holes around your bloody feet.

My what wicked red eyes,...

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Here it is,
    the taste lingers
pulling at my core,
gnawing 
       at that spot behind my ear.
“How will I act?”
rampages through my mind
    splintering everything
in its path.

The beast
   is in a frenzy
...

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