Bloodsport Poems - Poems about Bloodsport

...The arena is built lie by lie, sobs by sobs. Names don't matter. A game is still a game, called by any other name. Children with ribs like shattered shields do not volunteer; they are raised f......

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... "It was a beautiful whore of a day", he reasoned, "maybe she will have even less on !" The little band of misfits garnered the stares of mall patrons as they ran as fast as their puppet legs could......

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... Your judgments have me grinning. Don't pretend you were immune from the Avarice of Pride. Which you delved past cover packet into the gutworm of stardoms naked lunch? Un......

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...The unveiling confusion, infirmity, the stars align with impunity. To mock with signs for seasons maligned in perpetuity. The whore give......

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...I am almost embarrassed to admit that spread out along the armrest of a lounge chair, a fox fur complete with head and feet has found a refuge in our home. Rescued from an op shop, it seems re......

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... "Blue Movie" Electroflushed True Blue shines neon his gospel brow indigo guilt crushed into the perilous fathoms of her deep Ocean T......

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...A fuming, fierce and moving target On yor species will you place yor bet! Aiming the blade into shoulder blade or beating heart all toreadors hope to throw that fatal decisive dart! This bull......

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... Stray ghouls are just zombie shrunken heads being voodoo capitalist misled Ricochet fishing for the ocean blue, deep pocket dollars: The green algae money buried at the ethical wavy......

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...Pay heed to those deeds from whence the heart must confess... You're far from Rome Proconsul Caesar... As they say, "All roads lead to Rome" Ariovistus and all tresspasses are treated as threats o......

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...I tried my hand at a magic trick, it was supposed to make others sick, so while the blood was flowing I knew I would need sewing... Can someone stitch an artery, quick?......

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...the silence of these screaming profanities! only the light rise of my bosom, fluttering erratically, soon to die. ever stinging ache within ablaze, engulfing my torso. my inner-thoughts, my ......

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... Debbie Guzzi Contest Name For Love of Language Cricket-Rounders A new bloodsport in the town, We call it Cricket-Rounders, The bowler runs up to the pitch, (22 yard run) And the bou......

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...Last line... on him black eyes did sit........drat Cricket...Don It didn't help his hemmaroids, Cos I downed old Darcy Pitt. They wouldn't let me bowl, the nasty game of Cricket. an out you g......

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...Bloodsport ~~~~~~~~~ Children of the darkness Massing with the waxing swell of our mistress Luna As the canines elongate prenatal sight sees it An unsuspecting naked city Their feasting ground......

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