Despot Poems - Poems about Despot

Let’s crack down On the cracked brained crackpot Lunatic ideas that are certifiably crackers Screwball cuckoo nuts and such ways Sure, his is crafty and cunning A nonsensical narcissist Mad in a somber maniacal manner But wait say the dupable, we want this despot We voted for him -anything is better than a woman Besides, we enjoy his despicable bullying ways...

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Iam Gautama buddha, ...

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Flim Flam the hero man sold his story and away he ran From Hanoi to DC before swamps could be drained karma would catch him and rot out his brain But the damage was done in the Great Halls of power as his bombs of war the whole world did scour So what is now left when the hero has faded same as it was a nation all jaded Clamoring...

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The pictures of sorrow--people fleeing the land they love--who wanted freedom above all. These images will long haunt us, ...

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folks on the canter as though they were etched in stone. despot hoots slyly...

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He bears in hand old guiles, And tons of wiles he wields Across breath-mired worlds, Upon sands of mortal fields. His chilling senses waning fall, And eyes darkish with tired sins Beget thoughts bitterer than gall, Prowling in malice-hoisted stilts. With creeds devoid of marrow, He's exchanged sense for myths; Seeking to mar glittering faiths Twice before the roosters crow. His date with...

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It is the witching hour. There are no breezes in a windowless house. There are no shadows in a cave devoid of light. There are no dreams in a sleepless night. It is the witching hour. When our endangered psyche roams. When we are captured by pernicious spells. When we are easy prey for rogue chieftains. It is the witching hour. When warlords game...

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Creativity… undemocratic Tyrants of insight, breaking new ground Vision on fire, effigy’s burning Painting’s unframed —all muses set free (The New Room: November, 2020)...

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My heart is a despot I'm desperate Forgive me, Lord, for I have fallen My heart, it spins Their mind sins Turning from my better judgement [To evil's chagrin] Her venom still spews My mind loves dissent, and follows, in her shoes I fall backwards into this darkness once more There much to lose Why pick-and-choose? I'll lose my morals by night-fall I live in dread We're better off...

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It is in the all surveying gaze of the sun that I concede to the veil of sanctity harbouring a humane presence in me. It is in the light of day that a lurking sinister figure hides and takes refuge in the guise of my shadow. It is during the eve that a poet...

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Desperate man Potting a nation in his oval head...

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Slowly he creeps, I just wish his coming can be descried And that I can fight him off. He turns a joyfully atmosphere despondent, Diabolic they is he, Yes he is the despot. He came knocking, He forced his way into my abode And my body gave way to my soul. Alone he left me in the middle of the desert, I shouted, I yelled,...

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The Death of a Despot By Elton Camp Eternal vigilance is said to be the price of liberty It’s also the price of despotism as we just did see Eventually, even ones a dictator does bully or hire Get their fill and against him they will conspire He who lives in such luxury and power on one day May suddenly find his...

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