Best Unsheathing Poems

Cold and sodden
The rain fell heavy in the night
As if his sins were known to the sky gods
And, in mercy, sought to wash them off his spirit

He knelt down by the old Cheyenne chief
Eyes softly lit by the kerosene lantern he held
"Our crimes against your...

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Soothe the mind with troubles past,
pain and suffering that will not last.
Understanding simple facts,
relates your thoughts to heart attacks.

On the brink of chaos' siege,
this crippling pain drops me to my knees.
Take my soul, but leave my heart.
For its been severed from end to start.

Relieve the...

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Ye old poets, cause my demise.
My fingers release no signature.
Foolishly, in foolish times,
used to instant gratification,
I want to leave a comment.

Ye old poets, what you do to me;
get under my skin; your lips move
with vicarious words - you have a way
with them, (and because your...

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Vulpine barhopper
bays pick up line to new moon
Mama-dum-day-do

Feline target wails
unsheathing sharp claws to show
Hatee-hatee- ho

Grizzly bouncer comes
rescues feline in distress
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pow!...

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“What is this strange place we find ourselves in
Trapped in the open, we are free within.” 
Perhaps a more interesting question we should ask...
If freedom can be won, how do we consummate the task?

Can it be found in a world that seems determined to drown?
Is...

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SAVING DAY LIGHT

I’m the weaving dancer of passion’s delight,
Twisting in between the shafts of the rainbow,
At twilight, but saving day light for my pleasures
Hidden desire, I do this for he my master of fantasy.
For him, I am the dancing gypsy, shedding my silken vials
Asunder for...

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The New Griots—Pouring Down Raining Words
From the wombs
of our pregnant minds
may our charged words
drop like God’s tears
reaching the depths
of the precincts 
 of your souls
seeping like His raindrops
to swollen  roots
anchoring life anew
birthing thunderstorms
of revelations
missed in oral tradition—now 
staining sheets of thin pulp
with silent echoes—silent...

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Fealty in service of love
For what I had came from above
Shadows fled wherever I stepped
They smiled back at me, knowing the end

A kingdom pure; innocent in peace
Its fires bright, my sword always sheathed
But I was scared of losing her heart
The wars I’d seen could tear...

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unsheathing my weapon of choice
so the Creators words of truth once again have a voice
I lovingly landscape your will
smiling in silence as I graciously till
gratitudes garnet garden sprouting
seeds through the darkness starting to stop doubting

I begin to bask in the rays of redemption
dancing with my...

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(This atheist imagining, envisioning,
and adopting a religious stance
asper extra-marital prance
sing unsheathing ma lil lance.)

if wand whoosh,
     a mollified Genie could wave
     abracadabra spellbinding mine fate, aye
would rejoice beholding,
     an African Queen to stave
...

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Once upon a time
I had a name,
a faceless woman
of no great fame

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I hunt the night
to shadows bend,
its in the Grey
my searching ends

Scoping the cattle
sorting the weak,
A brightness of aura
Is what I seek

Young and lithe
stalking the ground,
I see my meal
has just been found

Alighting to earth
I straighten...

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When all is said and done
the dust begins to settle
and all the pieces standing
are forced back into mellow

The melancholic return
in oblivious absense
monotony abounds
and still nothing happens

A fercent felt desire
a yearning for some depth
Unsheathing of mine eyes
reveals there's nothing left

Inconsistent surging swells
of pent up cooperation
man made...

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Darkness surrounds me 
Leaves whisper in the wind
Shadows all around me
As I manoeuvre downwind 

Like a dark patch of silence
I move low through the brush
My muscles pent up violence
Ready for the final rush 

I catch a scent upon the air
Musky and fresh in the night
I...

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SONG OF A PROTESTOR
How sweet to have a conscience that is clear
Can laud myself for righteousness conspicuous
Support all worthy politics, no fear
That I’d be charged as fascist, avaricious

Equality and fairness are my watchwords
You’ve more than me? I’ll be like Robin of Locksley
I’ll take from you,...

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He tread the path                
Trudging and grunting 
Toward a deadened hope 

Vesting on his armour 
While taking off
His own honour 

Unsheathing his sight 
As his trusted sword 
He doubled his drag

Then with a  song
Sounding his faith
He made a silent plead...

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