Brute Poems - Poems about Brute

“Et tu, Brute?” “Who me? "No! Never! Nay!" ’Tis yon Cassius’ gig. I didn't wanna any part of it, you dig? Now, please ~ kindly turn your head ~ the other way."...

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Save you had no glowing interest, You would be finding no rest, Now eyes on the east,next west, Sitting or standing pure zest, For labour-intensive vest, Behind dropping three-piece suit, No burnt hours with flute; At work:The Unchanging Brute! It's a search for fleshy fruit, Acceptance of taxing test, One: long endurance's guest... Save it isn't fervid interest, Efforts keep hitting the best: For one's pursuit no time...

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My astral body plays dumb when I work everyday, Sometimes instead of exploring or having powers, I dream up work by the hour, I wake up without any type of calling or reason, Just a job no completion, I mean it makes perfect sense, When creating a self that continues on after mortality, It exists indefinitely without correction or need, Copying exactly what...

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Agricola…… so started Gaius Caesar’s last assault a farmer, who we hated by default for Latin somehow came to rule our world as meanings of declension slow unfurled Thus, were we tossed into the forum’s pit to grapple with the words and how they fit to stand alone before the silenced crowd to read our mock translations, mumbling loud as he, with leaders of...

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A mixture of the brute and the divine Man is, That’s why the strife in his soul never ends As the eternal adversaries for superiority strive In the depths of everyone’s divided heart. ...

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If I am kind enough, he will not beat me she thought. If she is defiant in any way, I will put her in this cage he said. She was well-mannered, well-bred and well-taught. If she gives me a mean look, he sighed, she could end up dead. She tried to outthink him, fixing his favorite foods with lots...

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sooth said to Caesar sire beware the Ides of March- assassins martyr'd...

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Give the angels back their wings And the devil his horns, You might be as beautiful as a garden of blossomed flowers, But you're still covered with thorns....

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The minute I get out of bed So much clutter in my head Dangling precariously by a thread How the hours of restful sleep have sped Once midnight tears all shed Morning hours awake I dread Needing to deal with strife instead When ever so lightly I must tread After hurtful things were said Targeted rumors so widespread People unscrupulously misled I plan to put...

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To be but a brute, So proudly cast, Impudent and rude, Unkind and crude, Is but a thing of a brute....

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You're a brutal brute who barks at the sheep clothed in your bite marks. The phrases you tattooed within me are maggots crawling into my brain. While they lay eggs made of tainted Ivory Seraph hair - it chokes my thoughts. My lungs blare into echoing rooms, yet you bind my gray lips to your rope. Where the Crepuscule...

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He promised me i would not die As I’d been forced to live He promised me I would not cry And his heart he would give And now its summed up in a sigh The sorrow and the pain No more will I be placed on high Just caught up in a game A game that is so deadly It leaves you mortified And that’s...

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If you are so proud of your sensibilities and tastes, so convinced that your arbitrary judgements are infallible as heartbeats of angels, if you are the sole instrument of God's grace and evaluations then why don't you allow them to stand next to that which you condemn for your peers and the world to judge, why deny those immaculate tenets the glory of...

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Woe to thee with a trait of jealousy, spewing forth words of exaltation, filled with self-righteous indignation. Thy tongue reproves your own decree. Thy nature be that of a hypocrite... with one hand thy offer a pat on the head with the other, a knife till victim lay dead With thy dagger you stab and you hit. So misguided Brutus, you have become, whose...

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The design of this piece encourages you to literally fill in the blanks; I wonder how you would have responded? Hello? ........... Ah, it’s you! ................... How are things? ........................ Really; that’s terrible .................................. He did what – and with who? .................................................. Well, of course he was always inclined – ............................................................. Yes, but I didn’t want to say anything at the .... ......................................................................... And you weren’t exactly *there for me...

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