Best Scull Poems

HENRY THE SPIDER



                                    Henry the spider was a spy of...

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Noise in her Mind

I know her so well she came long ago to visit my being
                        we share beauty and bedlam boudoir...

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My pen, as though wounded, bleeds,
Who on earth, its blood-flooding sound, heeds?
Tabula rasa papers turn pregnant,
Messages of peace-brim-filling excitement;
Midst clanging of shiny swords,
Who witnesses the wounded words?
Poetry is for lunatics, they say,
Might moves mountainous sway;
Blood should paint the world maps,
Dead should adorn the scull-caps;
Shells should...

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En-trumped

There are many en-tities. Narrative psychologist speak of living and telling 
a story. Our lives should be as we en-live them and en-story them. We tell 
our tale as we see it, at the moment over time, oscillate between the future, 
past and present and...

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The Pirates
 
Pirates were around in the 16th century, they flew the 
Jolly Roger/Scull & Crossbones and would loot and pillage
Ships at sea, for their rich cargo and gold doubloons
Over the years they have moved to land in guises as
Highwaymen and bushrangers, outlaws that steal...

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IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY : LXIV - LXV


NOTE (facts to bear in mind while reading) : Under the French Penal Code, harm done to the infirm, minors and seniors (i.e. over 65) is punishable up to fifteen years in prison, coupled with commensurable...

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Everything that grows naturally,
They have tempramental level,
Heat provides opportunity to grow,
From inner side and outer area.

When a person or a naturalthing dies,
Water vaporises and heat mixes in fire,
When a fire cools down, 
The remains left as Ashes.

But few bones remain left,
Fire has no control on...

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IF YOU READ THE WORDS OUT LOUD IT MAKES TOTAL SENSE!

Once eye never had a hare out of plaice
Now I’m going bawled and eye am feeling blew
People are laughing and are starting to stair
Eye am going horse telling them my tail
Sum folks are very suite...

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THE GOD IN ME
	I am learning - Keep getting burned though, I must stop trying to make everyone beautiful and accept the fact that "God also made ugly for a reason".
	I need to stop consuming the contents, while ignoring that scull and bone on the...

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Scull in the waters under the sun’s incandescence.
Go along with the wind’s rhythm and my heart’s cadence.

Sail far until orange firmaments paint you into black.
Know where you are heading – don’t you ever come back.

If someone finds you alone in the riverside floating,
You’ve got the...

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Heavy the hoods of the eyes
  that laboured the scan of horizons
Heavy the course of the thoughts
  that sat unstirred on the sill of the stare

Heavy this ancient bottomed nose
  sitting in judgment over this meat
Endlessly shunting the frenzied workers
  now...

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Cast Away And Close

Cast away on an island surrounded by seas far apart from
            my soul mate and lover I am now viciously dependent alone
         ...

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Scrumptious, and
Usually
Perky, we have
Everybody
Raging about the
Carousel
At Disney 
Land !!
If 
Fun is 
Required
After 
Going
Into darkness, after
Leaving Scull
Island,
Steer
Toward your first
Instinct,
Continuing to
Explore
Xtra
Places of 
Interest
All Locally en -
Larged purposefully and
Incrementally
Dressed for the 
Occasion.  The
Carousel
Is
Of
Utmost
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious - ness !!!...

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Drawn to the graves

Unbeknown clarity develops like root canal treatment
festering wounds and scull bones loom on the route

In reason and feeling I have no choice but to venture
an ancient drill grinds away carbon in my father’s grave

Gravity certainty narrative German post war collective
guilt betrayal crimes...

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I AM PAIN!

Blinding, crushing, intolerable.
I make you beg for relief from the 
sledgehammer that’s pounding
on your scull. 

I make you lay in a dark room,
eyes closed, praying you don’t
retch from the intense agony 
going on inside your head. 

I am a soldier, using weapons
of light...

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