Casings Poems - Poems about Casings

...EMOTIONAL SHRAPNEL Once that argument fuse has been lit One waits for that inevitable explosion The blast summoning the first emotion But so painful after the shrapnel has hit One feels as i......

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...Wretched emasculated celibate anchorite (any relationship between the following poem and living persons - namely the writer of these words ranks as purely coincidental and fictitious). neverth......

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...I live for brighter days despite this one's woeful absence of sun Memories are being shot at me; bullets from a machine gun Words keep rising out of me; a tidal wave, to swallow tomorrow's ......

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...I didn't understand why it happened to them some insane reason to seperate people who love one another tieing the knot: she smiled making the whole thing fit pull the lace from your face and ki......

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...The sun now stalls halfway up its climb and skims a course barely above the trees. The swallows have gone. Spaces once filled with brightly coloured wings and crawling things are now empty.......

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...The Relevance of Last Winter David J Walker The acrid odor of a Butane fueled space heater Seemed better than freezing In the sub-frigid air of a February prairie ......

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...Well! sycophantic misanthropist, verbose agitator of spite Club footed whore master, couldn’t goose step for his life Malicious propagandist, spreading hatred in every breath His wife willing disc......

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...STOP! This is the updated version So now I guess this is the REMIXed version Now the ONLY version Poetrysoup Exclusive Version Click the back button if ur ears r still virgins I'll make blood ......

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...Spiritual light of the Source Piercing through casings of form coarse Shines forth! The pillar of living white light Energising energy zones scintillating bright Requiring no path, self exist......

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... In the intimate interlace of free will and fate, in the ultimate interplay of time and place, and with the consummate checkmate of my human dignity, all that is.. is over in the stormy, swarming sp......

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...With bags under his weary hazel eyes, no rest, no sleep, watching the line. A mound of dirt cluttered with casings, machine gun on mount, at the ready. Smoke overhead the sun barely pokes through......

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...Time To Cook the Rolls “Honey, turn on the oven to 350; the movie is starting!” Soupy Sales is kicking back with June Taylor at Studio 50. He is flirting with her leggy dancers as they feed ......

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...Years on the rack. Stretched out and winding Cogs and broken pieces Shrapnel. While I Box upon box. The unburied dead. The hatchet. Littering my surroundings The casings of a former life T......

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...And Lo! The brothers, Life, be cleft in twain; One Spirit, Earth the other, paired alive, Yet sep’rate these eternal orphans reign; Fraternal cries in blackening darkness dive. The brother, Spi......

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...Continuation........... On the second level, merchants homes and shops arrayed, here were homes, of richer bearing, belonging to the more powerful, mini palaces, with minarets adorning their hea......

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