Charged Poems - Poems about Charged

The sun bursts through my window flooding my world my universe. I'm energized to start my day. My mind on overdrive overflows with creativity, ideas cascade i wish i could keep up Open those floodgates, let’s see what happens ~ Posted on April 25, 2025...

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Betrayal (guilty as charged)... within mine marriage, and all the ramifications that happen therefrom courtesy the social media platform of Facebook Messenger, wherein those subscribing to an orthodox dogma may consider said website infernal (even more despicable then once upon a time Old Rotten Gotham sliding down into the behavioral sink), where sirens wail their plaintive call seductively luring and captivating (courtesy their cam girl schtick) yours truly just another netizen, (albeit...

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Prickling, my intuition is charged. I can see what I need to do, even if I don’t know how; Some will tell me it’s off, the way I listen; Right then I win, with that old wildcard thrown....

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Jesus Christ was born to bring light to a dark world let Him shine in you...

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*** In the Dream Foretold *** A Devotion Series Poem I am getting over paralysis from nerves twisted along my spine. The agonies are passing, but not gone, so I am standing, leaning over the kitchen sink; with great effort I lean, wrapped in old towels while Jim works to dye the gray out of my hair....

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Inxs of poison from iron maiden scorpion mamma and ac/dc charged aries papa Although gainfully unemployed (fate now finds me receiving social security disability – for approximately the last baker's dozen years - the yeast divine intercession rose to the occasion), I can still vividly visualize utter despair during early and emerging adulthood. The following synopsis wrought, impressed, crafted... within...

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A mind realized that it had become itself, a self that had been molded by fractured hands yet somehow by the grace of time had now become itself. This self was both a shop-window and a mannikin, yet even though it was a cut-out of certain carefully crafted characteristics of an imaged reality, it knew it was, and that is the difference between one who sleep-walks an...

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Keep your morning informed With a piece of newspaper Stay connected with the rest of the world Besides your small confined self-centred world Stay up-to-date with The critical news The breaking news The latest news The in-depth reports Like dropping a bombshell into a dull world But news can't simply be surfaced Without evidence of a witness Or some physical proofs Or else it will...

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Never doubt the availability When looking for culpability The guilty never wish to admit They are, indeed, the culprit. Written July 12, 2022...

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This is an age old story it could be a country song. Some may find it enchanting while others say it’s wrong. I like home automation and the feeling of control the response to simple voice commands seems to satisfy my soul. I got into it slowly but it soon got out of hand when on a cold black-Friday I bought an automated man. His physique wasn’t...

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guilty as charged four little boys start a pudding fight guilty sentenced with hose and mops...

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A heart of dark sentiments! What did my dark periscope see? A misogynistic judge presiding over a case; An interesting case of A woman who reneged midway on a pact. I was but a witness lest you be curious Why I stood so still. Prior, I saw her mixing the colours of abuse; A sweetheart's leprous weapon of bitterness Enshrined in a soul...

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I have read an article today an eye opener not even surprised remotely where the minister of justice running to a meeting hard pressed has cast vote, on and behalf of another fraud member Admitting being part of a rigging system where a person can be two places at one time treason is the highest ranked form of betrayal illegal moves spoken...

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I pulled in late one night from off the pike, A manor rumored haunted, yet it seemed As clean and bright as any hotel deemed, So worthy of...

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I've been accused. Blood, Death& Hate The crimes to which my Words stand witness. I've been accused. Of imprisoning my smile In the lock of a frown, Drowning my laughter in the tempest of unshed tears. I've been accused. Being doubtful of the Benefit of the Doubt. A life sentence Chained to the Temple of the Almighty Cynic. Under oath, I will confess. It wasn't attempted murder nor theft Rather...

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