Culling Poems - Poems about Culling

Droves who flash 'brand of God' all will die, Faith or not! Faith's not blood we can paint on the gates of our homes, wait for Passover's promise as servant's of God - man's death falls, a cold rain, on the just and unjust! Is it Grace that an antelope's leap escapes death from a predator's hunger with young mouths...

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The Culling Happiness is a beautiful smiling word, That soars the skies like a radiant black bird; Culling ebony sheen downs from her sable breast To fluff and cushion the crib of her protecting nest. Murder and death are conjuring words too; Sneaking around and stealing your children from you; And though their bodies pile up in streets and on the bloody...

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From loss, Love’s searching might Kill doves with pine and spite ------------------ Entrant: Rob Carmack Contest: In it's Essence Form: Verse : Essence 10.12.14...

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She sings to us, Even when we hear no sound, Especially when our eyes are closed. She is always there subliminally, Inherently in the background noise of everything The city traffic and noise of the workday She swims softly through our head in the after hours Tempting us with Toys and Riches Telling us what would make us Happy She sings on the TV, on the BIG SCREEN more, more, more She fills our head with empty promises of...

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Culling Back in the ancient long ago, We had the great Crusades, Men with red crosses on their chest, Used swords against scimitar blades, Todays evil ones would murder all, Is death a disease, Does hatred of mankind, bitter gall, Create such misery? It is in man to cull the crop, To trim the numbers there, With 6 billion on the planet, stop, Another, world slaughter, so...

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