Damocles Poems - Poems about Damocles

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Into my death I’d delve before I go, Not out of curiosity per se, Where, why and how I sure would like to know To steal a slim chance to cheat my doomsday. I’d leave off nasty habits, give or take, I’d drink 8 cups, eat oatmeal, exercise, I’d say bye to booze but for liver’s sake, I’d...

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Grisly bared horror jawbones Kristallnacht totalitarian brandishes, flaunts, launches global threat half cocked. Vladimir Putin itching to loose nuclear bomb end of the world scenario ofttimes iterated throughout history though an atheist (actually Unitarian), no doubt this, that or another psalm countless times the Bible references Armageddon and doomsday impossible mission to remain cool, collected and calm. Whether affiliated with donkey or elephant Democrat or Republican viz blue war...

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A gray cloud hangs ominously On the horizon, overshadowing The last golden rays of the sun. Below, Damocles waits; The sword hangs by a hair! In a great white building Men and women squabble - Moving chess pieces to Make decisions that affect Crises of lives and livelihoods, One-upmanship the game of the day. Meanwhile the black cloud grows, And thunder begins to rumble. Lightning flashes in the...

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Nothing is devised or divined in the Universe to forever be. Nothing is held always in truth; nor ever wholly wrong. So look to those who find in life, wonder, beauty, and song. Foolish Men: There's always room for wit, and laughter can repair the soul. The instruments of man are many, so words are powerful too. But be wary the...

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Emotional guillotine clefts irredeemable psychological umbilical accord witnessing heart breaking, woe-begotten inhumane rip cord gut wrenching shuffle board (indiscriminately sporting) most punishing option explored involving upwards of 2,000 immigrant children forced to ford predatory invested foreign territory ...

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Beneath the Sword of Damocles As we nurse our nuclear nightmares in a not to certain day We are conjoined in common phobia of madness or foul play. Little children of the Fifties hid beneath the classroom desks closed their eyes and dreamt of mushrooms saying, "This is just a test." Beneath the Sword of Damocles, possession had by all Who’ll be the first to get...

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the sword looms overhead here i sit rags to riches but any moment to be dead when it falls hope only it misses I rule my feelings with an iron-clad cage but from the sword on the ceiling i feel the immiting rage my locked heart bends i am a stranger to my own friends that is the danger of the damocles in me visable for...

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DAMOCLES DAMNS CHEESE I made every day soothingly slumber some To bring naught the night so soon Days I prayed with no moon soon to come Since the sunshine’s sword of separation arrived late afternoon I let never one day simply skip by I cherished the color emerald in your eyes then I committed to memory each dawning sky And how one smile...

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Sit under the sword That hangs by a thread And you may find out What Damocles said “My life is in check And makes me unsure A terrible wreck Insoluble cure” But ordinary life No difference or sage A book to endure How many the page And danger exist Around every turn A fire of time The book may well burn So sit in his place What difference to make When thread to...

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Swords Drawn Swiftly From tarnished Sheaths of bulbous flesh Transforms pain into audible Snippets of abhorrent venom sired by taut tongues....

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You win ever so calmly never to know what may be hanging straight above your head. Under complications we break and bestow – Habitual ponders and worriment are gifts to our dreads. Always constant surveillance of our presence, so tranquil that we are too blind to see – Our mindset is not one of omniscience There is a...

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The grasp of the dew-brushed nettle stung As the raven, his beak-cracked voice proclaimed, The desolator of all possible worlds Smelted in copper and finally named; Hung heavy with threads of fire and gold frost, Good rhetoric spat of earth and worms, Whipped the snapping black feathered bones, Parting proto-fascist on vengeful terms. Ever hanging above the stripped-skull night, Poison-tipped and impatient to stake...

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