Best Savaging Poems

"Life is a succession of lessons which must be lived to be understood." 
Ralph Waldo Emerson

In this performance we call life,
my spirit searches for an interlude of peace.

My poetic mind riots consumed by rhymes, 
savaging our memories of grieving beliefs.
I'm a soul rasping winter's woeful...

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Migrants on the move from violence
their only possession
breath-space on a smuggler’s boat
secured with back-bent harvests 
in pretzel-bent systems
weight of crates of strawberries 
hoisted on hell-bent backs
just trying to reach Spanish-shores’-east 
from Moroccan beach with a camel-mystique
—the seaway west of Africa 
a rags-wearing-flotsam grave

migrants on the...

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When oppositional cognitive dissonance 
deflects focus from compassion,
I've learned to go back to when I deflected focus from her.
She sends me passive-aggressive messages,
bread crumbs leading back in time 
to where she began to feel alone,
marginalized,
siloed,
anxious,
neglected.

If you don't want a sopping wet tile bathroom floor
because I...

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High noon in Fort Laramie, the summer sun is oppressive.
A whalebone corset digs into my body’s tender parts.
Peering from the shop, my hand touching the pane
of dearly brought glass, I feel the vibration of incoming riders.
The pale blue sky disappears in a cloud of dust....

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The summer sun was high. The heat was oppressive.
The whalebone corset dug into the body's tender parts.
Peering from the shop, my hand touching the pane
of dearly brought glass, I feel the vibration of the incoming riders.
The weak blue sky pales, and clouds over with the...

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“Clap your terrible wings, vivacious serpent of old!
Imagine my plight as dangerous as your spite,
Stomp your clawed feet on these prison floors,
Peace shall always follow the sink of your fangs…”

Silenced were the wailing demons round,
Crouched low alongside such a soaring and broad master
His wings widening,...

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In an other dimension
There lies another world
Deep forests of green
Moss, fern creepers unfurled
 
Thousands of birds
Species similar to ours
Atmosphere the same
Moon and bright stars
 
The difference here
Is the attitude of life
No savaging hunters
In bloodied strife
 
Birds and snakes
Side by side
A girl runs through the trees
With...

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The innocence is transfusing
and overturning 
the goat skin drums
children of the mills,
children of the junkyard,
alone, 
and savaging
and we keep filling them with
mercury, nitrate, espestice, baby bombs
blasted out of their shaved heads
scared,
and foraging...

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The summer sun was high. The heat was oppressive.
A whalebone corset dug into my body's tender parts.
Peering from the shop, my hand touches the pane
of dearly brought glass it vibrates with the hoof-beat of riders.
The weak, blue-sky pales, clouding over with the dust. 
Children playing...

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The Bloom Off The Flower, Dying Of The Rose

Old,blind and very ill, they wait to die
Growing cold with chill they sadly lie.
Ravages of Time eats away heart and might
Until sunny day becomes a darkened night.

In this world Time brings on that spirit
Savaging body, so silent...

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I
I live in a society,
That does not know me.
I live in a community,
That does not owe me.
I feel a stranger,
In my renowned hometown.
And act a savage,
In my parent's town.
Who knows me???
Than my very self?
Who feeds me??
Than my blood nest?
When they lift core up,
I ignorantly pull...

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The singing of the ravens catch my eye in the dead of night,
the whispering of pines reveal the lingering of my loneliness.
No other human can be seen, with two sticks a fire I ignite,
I scratch my hands, as dusk settle in this tropical wilderness.
I’ve been...

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Illmatic

Date: Wed, Dec 2 2015 at 3:53 PM

I'm illmatic, Stillmatic,
 Rapid, Automatic
 Lyrical Systematic, Schematic, Graphic, Imagery, Casted
I'm a Artist at War, Creating On my Magic Carpet, Orbs
Coloring Markers, Carving in the Core, 
Watching the Picture Form,
Sharpened Dagger Sword I use to Artichect a Door...

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The Funeral

Juxtaposed we find
metaphorical possibilities
on the 'oft heard word
"Great.."
in  recent discourse..

The funereal gathering
marked with precision
and heartening oratory
celebrated a life representing
a centered consensus..
claiming a greatness
past and present..
but with darkness lapping
in places too close..

The golf outing
with creditable swing
stands circumferential 
representing "deplorables" who
find the center not their...

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Cats

Patiently, cats eyed, alert and poised for action;
More than ready to eat, not greet, or fuss affectionately,
'She’busies herself with the important work
of savaging your rucksack straps;
‘He’, inspecting cupboards and wincing at draughts,
looks on, anticipating some small attention –
Yet once given, a disdainful shrug soon sees...

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