Cudgel Poems - Poems about Cudgel

... invincibility had been a difficult pastime the flak vest of insecurity and coverups had managed to inflate anxieties and fears to the bursting point of impromptu explosion the festering bo......

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...Cold choice, listen to the voice! Waver filleth all! He who suffers Sin annoys? Blanching light, thy pall. Hated minutes of each day! Flickering in time! Doubt belies all disarray! Drop and ......

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...Long time had passed, our road doesn't met We keep on searching, but fate doesn't allow us I removed myself from my shell to find freedom Time you came unnoticed I wasn't there I go to North, you......

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...Depression is a Nomad wanderer, searching for a hope to break In that place of heartless, smoke-filled rot where even laughter proves to fake. The Darkness is a bold intruder, a critique of one's......

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...When our grindstone comes into blossom, A hen's curse might kill an eagle. Maybe when hell freezes over, The snake that I see will bite. I am mortal but among the Angels Left but never forgott......

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...Dice, the goddess of morals, asked her mother, Themis Why there's divorce, gambling, abortion, and alcoholism? Why should dehumanization, like a Bloodstone, beamish? Why should knives of nemesis n......

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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 la......

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...Those who live an artistic life are genuinely soul-aware.  It is as vital to the human spirit as is the air.  Artistry, sculpture, and landscape design are creative, That's around spir......

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...Stuff never children with lots of details, Enough is done if we teach the basics, Provoke in them a desire to learn, Yoke them never like treating a bull, Give them adequate time to learn, B......

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...There is a new mythology emerging, Howling from the hind end of the pack, Scorching the composted leavings Of established orthodoxy as a pillar of flame Showing the way for true rock & roller......

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...Elbows must be packed more carefully. I catch the eye of a flight attendant. Some preliminary questions… "Miss can I be slipped into a less edgy wedge? She frowns, resenting perhaps my ‘mis......

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...Song from Aella: Under the Willow Tree, or, Minstrel's Song by Thomas Chatterton, age 17 or younger modernization/translation by Michael R. Burch MYNSTRELLES SONGE ("MINSTREL'S SONG") O! sing......

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...I'm going to try one more time To write an intellectual rhyme Some with complicated words Most of which I've never heard Words that cudgel my brain So I can deliberate and strain My antediluvia......

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...Entered politics on the Braille Ticket agitating for better municipal lighting for the long suffering curbside hookers and their various pimp coerced implants his telephone rang only at meals ......

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...Born shackled with globe sized yoked millstone around my neck rivaling the world Atlas shrugged, or outsize boulder Sisyphus eternally obliged to toil uphill steepest mountain side in concert......

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