Best Renege Poems

And I begin my own steep climb into 
The Chalkland Downs              ...

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“And you call yourself a bloody cook”, this mongrel shearer said.
“I oughta ram this rubbish down yer’ throat, it’ll kill a bloke stone dead.”
He’s talking...

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In hell is called Malebolge a site
Completely made of ferrous color stones  
As almost all the rim around looks quite.

Of the malignant field the...

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I will pay no more
I declare myself bankrupt
I cannot afford
the interest rates
All collateral is spent
so I must renege

So weary, so tired
of bearing these false burdens
Now...

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WHEN I WAS LITTLE
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS

				

When I was little everyone was old or tall
An innocence that spiraled into free fall
Most everything then was black or...

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I heard her cackling, wicked with delight
Looked up to find her evil silhouette
Against the amber moon Halloween night
Seeing me below, she made a dire threat

“At...

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I spent too long in the sand, 
the day has ran,

I am a dam,

the waters run cold, 
and that is bad,

turn around and grab,
because the...

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Dealers sell drugs not far from your door,
patiently waiting there in the dark.
And with cash in hand, you leave once more,
to troll back alleys, daunting...

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You promised on our wedding day
To take me for your wife,
That from that day forward
You'd stay beside me all my life.

Yet when better days were...

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Can I have your attention please;
Just a moment of your time.
In life we have no guarantees;
We must live with our begrime.

No do overs where it...

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TOO LONG LORD


Too long Lord,
Too long to repair your estate;
For how long shall you wait 
Watching your morning sweat going
Down the drain? Your inertia worries...

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Dear god, she prays, an unfamiliar sensation, 
The words tripping clumsily off her tongue: 
Dear God, I know I don’t talk to you as often...

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I can’t hear you- you see, 'cause my glasses are crooked,
And I hear with my eyes so I never get "snookered".

So beware what you do,...

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A Little Phone Call Malcolm and Donald
   by Bob Moore

Hello Donald
That Afro-American President,  lived there just before you
agreed to take these Middle...

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August 

The massive heat which paralyzed any thought of going 
outside during the day, the heat was as a huge military 
blanket glued to the...

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