Best Skulls Poems

Why does he provoke me to anger?

He stalks among us -  with his song -
a wolf's grin

His inimicality beckons 
like a hawk's talons,
luring prey to certain death

Yet he imparts wisdom 
to those who bleed

Beware!

his insights twist 
like a pit of pepper x vipers;
devouring souls...

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The gourds were really jealous of
the pumpkin's orange hide.
The golden corn was long, long, gone
the scarecrow did confide.

The old oak tree was worrying
for he'd TP on his crown,
and the barn's backside was plastered
with a witch who's falling down.

The plastic skeleton rattled
in the evening breeze
laughing at...

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Hold in abeyance
A sub rosa confession
A mystery concealed by science
“Veiled in allegory”
Impossible evidence and concrete lessons
“A Peculiar system of morality”
“illustrated with symbols”
Quoted definition
Of Freemasonry
Complex bureaucracy 
A tyrannical 
Secret society....

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Life begins, with morning dew

Beneath the earth a small pod waits

Till the eyes of winter steals

A glimpse of spring, then knows its fate

Among remains of those gone past

There is hope left on their face

To most, it's viewed as death

But life still leaves its trace

And when...

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The Crushed Skulls

the crushed skulls

and the 

torn-off legs

and the 

single shots piercing countless heads


women, men, children
young, old, everyone just a human being

when will we tire of the senseless killing which we keep on impotently seeing


the gaping wounds soaked in blood

dismembered corpses piled high in some...

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(For: those who fell on the hills of Liberia)

I hear a song from my hills
I hear it sound from afar;
And towards my homestead
Near those aging banks of the Niger
I feel the disturbing songs
Of drummers announcing with cannons
The ravages of Monrovia
Like ancestral funeral men
But these drummers...

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(for: those who fell on the hills of Liberia)

I hear a song from my hills
I hear it sound from afar;
And towards my homestead
Near those aging banks of the Niger
I feel the disturbing songs
Of drummers announcing with cannons
The ravages of Monrovia
Like ancestral funeral men
But these drummers...

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He is a professional, let him call out the skulls.
I wondered what this meant, but I trusted the gulls.
The drummer began, and the skulls came out of their hiding.
I was shocked at first, but soon recognized his abiding.

They love him, I said. They still have...

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Fractured Skulls With Barbed Wire Fences

Today I'm in a trance to learn to dance
I'm lost in a visible circumstance
Through a velvet wire proned in torment
A chosen quest for inner silence to rest

Vanquished & torn

Through a velvet wire proned in torment leading to sorrowful fear
A chosen...

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Las Pas Bolivia
November 8th
Day of the Skulls
A bit different than Mexico’s Day of the Dead

Prehispanic belief says people have seven souls
One of them is located in the skull
If they do not have an ancestral skull they will dig one up
They are respectful and decorate the...

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Lion sits at his table with appetite
to enjoy fruits of his  daily labor
Those with him during every feast
are invisible skulls of past meals

Friends and foes sing and dance
jumping all over the table at meal
lion harshly bickers, denies  rights
some he praises and honors bitterly

Bed...

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The air-ward climb –
On the weaver’s hill:

Ozone-layered: across 
The delight of new eggs;

Soft – in my intent, brief!
Transitory; leaping
From side to brighter side;

The non-conceived patterns
Growing in frequencies
By our sea-storms and dead deluge:

Are they brief?
Are they intent?
These cata-combs of broken skulls!
Are they the import of our...

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crystal skulls
some are repulsed
others are drawn in
feeling the purity of them

mystics state they have healing powers
can enhance your psychic eye
pull energy from your root chakra
use them for successful scrying

important in cleansing rituals
oftentimes have an alien connection
paranormal phenomenon
produce miracles

rose quarts skull can talk to you
will share...

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In the fields,
On the dry cold land,
There are monsters.
Torn up skeletons,
Lying on the ground.
One by one.
Swords inside the skulls,
Slicing through brains in half,
Blood trickling down their heads.
The demon within,
Daemons of Hell.
All dead...
Dusty bones,
Bloody puddles,
Lie by my feet.
Nothing but bloods and guts.
What a horrific battle.
The skeletons...

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Pro Patria Mori

Missouri volunteers bit bullets, watched
as Santa Ana's baggage washed
their brazen hair, hip deep
in the Rio Grande.
The ancient river moved across the land
Like slow drool down a leather cheek.

Bang! Paul Bunyan's balls
rolled down the Great Divide, rattled
across the porcelain sea.
Oh, the girls!
Hair hot and...

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