Son Bullying Poems

What humans call ‘Good Friday’
Should be named
A ‘Bad Friday‘ for Jesus
Our brother
Who bravely died for our sins.

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Destiny beats kings queens like black drum
Rising to the challenge hard for some
Unknown forces of evil to overcome 
Mahogany strength comes from the son...

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a doomed affair


when a young doctor/padre came to the convent 
to check on the nuns' health, he met the young abbess, and their world ignited
when...

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For Claire Christine | 10.3.211 From Mommy



They say that I'm a monster-
A Hellish sort of thing.

They claim that I am evil- 
that pain's the only...

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The Death of Art

He was an artist, a painter spending much of his time
in his mother's garage painting when not out drinking with his many...

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We Can Be A Light
Sal was sixteen when he committed suicide. 
A loving son and brother. 
You could count on Sal when you needed to...

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Erik Bye was a writer, entertainer, TV personality, and easily, in the sixties and the seventies, the most popular man around.
He was born in New...

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Gott, oh mächtig, Trump iz on the warpath again!

Glad for birth write to express views
aware cunning linguists 
will apply figurative screws  
in an effort...

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Fears of wizards and witches
That place the spells
and puts you in stitches
Angels and demons
That makes you yell
With swords and pitchforks
To keep you in hell
Kings and...

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Sharing the News

The power of sharing
can never be overstated, 
or under understood. 
Together we make a difference. 
Like single drops of rain, 
coming together from...

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A busy Friday afternoon 

Exploding plane, but not an exploding cigar, as days of fun have long since gone.
The Byzantine Empire never left Russia, either...

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Son, let your mouth strangle silence - 
The silence that breeds pushovers
For profitless is the burden of a caged tongue
When spikes in thy bottom doth...

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There are bastards in the world,
too many of them for my liking,
but they don’t care about my likes
or dislikes for they are bastards.

Bastards!!
Hollowed out beings...

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The Atlantic ocean...,an unrelenting mistress

More'n ten thousand leagues under the sea
next to an octopus's garden in the shade.

OceanGate manufacturer
of the Titan Submersible,
which vessel that set...

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The Terrestrial Earthly Body dies,and returns to dust from which "The Lord God Almighty created us,and when we die we move spiritually into our new...

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