Best Writing Is On The Wall Poems

The writing is on the wall.


The writing is on the wall, an old saying used even until today
for those found lacking or deficient, Divine judgement...

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I stand tall on the windy mountain side.
Look down on mankind’s world
And snort in depreciated disgust.

Let death embrace me in its jugged jaws.
I'm not afraid,...

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Another child lay dying in his mother's arms,
She holds him to her-  weeping hopelessly;
There will be no ambulance coming, no alarm,
And this scene...

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I stumbled into a graveyard
And found written upon a stone
"In this place lies the human race,
Who died greedy and all alone"

It was dated Two-thousand and...

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The last mile of the way

It is a matter of must
To all and sundry,
Each and every man-jack
Has to walk it.

It is the real moment in...

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Bleeding through my sinus
Experts say I have THE VIRUS
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I try to smile but I can’t
My lips are numb (and)
My tongue is frozen
My eyes refuse to...

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Un-revelling Rivalry

Who am I to speak of historical rivalry I cannot contest
all the clever myriad truths conjectures and refutations
about the two masters the two foes...

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"The Expected" 

The writing was on the wall
the eraser like a sparkler
annihilated every naysayer

words not required
for such a blind date
He da main player

records kept
for reviewing...

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True love cannot be sensed nor seen; 
Cannot be heard nor touched;             ...

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I once dated a weatherman
At first he had a sunny outlook…
He had our future all mapped out
But he suffered periods of deep depression so our...

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I don’t want to think of you in Winter, Spring, Summer, or Fall.
I don’t want to visit memories of you at all.
I don’t want to...

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Muted voices drift on the winds of silence
    Blowing over the conscience of their pretense
 Even through the storm nothing is said
...

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Here in far off Borneo, junior squash players are gathered in numbers...
Young and energetic, these are Malaysia's young hopefuls and contenders...

In the numbing heat within...

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they sit 
faces blank .....
fingers working up speed
the writing is on the wall.. the
art of conversation has died
no longer do you hear
sound of voices raised...

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A Plandemic they are causing, to tear us apart!
A constant reminder, of their evil restart!

Repeating over and over, COVID 19,
Lying to us, with their Fake...

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