Carcase Poems - Poems about Carcase

... Pox pigeon carrier of pestilent tidings, those carcase messages kiln blow in the air like urn ashes What dour condor news does thou fading twilight beak bring? Witching hour hex blue......

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... Used carcase dealer got a crash dummy discount for the covetous consumer Pyramid chain customers all have the Pharaoh chariot lust Crypto-coin tarnished souls want a cartel vehi......

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... Crimson baron, the scarlet fumes from your tale pipe paints the sky with steel blue dye Duke of the corporeal death plane, your splatter reign brings a barrel of spitfire pain As......

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...This carcase This corpse This empty shell Shorn of its spirit Its ready smile Those twinkling eyes Soft voice And steely mind. Tears stung his eyes Misting the grim scene Where was the ......

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... Pardon my condor sensitivity, but can I be dead serious candid with you Everybody look down on me, and talk mean about me But, in the future, they’re gonna need me even nuclear mo......

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...Written words Lines and verses Poetry Fragments of an author's soul Frozen ink on paper Entombed emotions Imprisoned ideas Trapped thoughts Sentient silhouettes Paper phantoms Paper ghosts ......

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...(With apologies to Edgar Allen Poe ) Finding myself so berated, I muttered something syncopated, as seething and with burning eyes stormed I forth as on a secret chore. Returning answered we......

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...Part One Still the din dashes about in his dreams now louder in the spacedout quiet: an occasional auto-rickshaw backfiring revving spluttering too close for chancy comfort some bla......

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...Oh! Memories so nostalgia No! I've not announced your death It's your deeds Not your elegy It's your eulogy I can't wait to stand by your casket To say this to your carcase When I can stand And s......

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...Get the bridle aint suicidal, babe get the bridle, i have to go a riding on me little horse today, aint no infidiadel aint no Bobby Ridedell, but me dials a little idle, needs a shave th......

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...Life is a dark cloud, hovering over humans witch starve cows, these guard dogs bark loud, like a scar'd child, it's hard to smile, when the worlds on the market, and were living on her carcase,......

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...Life as it is, makes me imagine this, like when Adam grabbed his rib, and had a kid, (creation) I'm passionate with statements, like caption capturing the ancients, You have to attach the stri......

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...I In that small moment dream takes to fly from memory and become the nagging image of forgetfulness the muted clank of psyche's hold I can turn too well in bed and learn the pains of comfort.......

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...carol: they took my kiemona and my angelo(parents)with brutal-force and left me for the janitors of the deserts to feast on my child wounded carcase. i live within the hidden confines of a twiste......

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...Cheapskate perfume soils sweat-strapped ambience, Crippled, choked extractor fan despair, Palms dripping moisture cling to greased pale hips, Swaying on the shag-pile threading bare. Urgent urge ......

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