Gangrene Poems - Poems about Gangrene

...Memories of whip-lashing words steeped me deep into a roil of rancid oil my soul a weeping blistered sore my heart a gangrene amputee pus-green-memories rupture to plague me infection still......

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...here we careen through the scheme riding the vortex of the american dream seen behind the blind scenes in hiding keep fighting the design on the frontlines. the career of a degenerative peer i......

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...Visceral incantation from onyx velvet lips, moan, groan, to twist my bits as a witch. Salem pyre ancient oak standing the edifice, wrist shackled chains gather round vile cultist. Breast ......

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...Excise Exercise 2: In a wasteland decision is a choice. Faced with Life or Death makes progress clear- What are the options? Face the Fear of both. One brutal truth. Find love's surviva......

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...No winds are winnowing enough To put a quill back in the hands of the dead poet Or confidence back in the trachea of the strangled speaker In me Because no words are as vile As no words at all ......

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...A Workman Approved by God 2 Timothy :14-16 Keep reminding them of these things. Warn them before God against quarreling about words; it is of no value, and only ruins them who listen. Do yo......

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...Insidious political correctness is pushed from top to bottom - to entice with policies immoral, stupid, reckless, for which the population pays the price. Political correctness is a weapon! When......

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...“It’s a parcel for you, Sarge!” the words hung visibly; condensed in the bitter air. Ice underfoot cracked beneath the sodden boots approaching; each step releasing fetid odours of rottin......

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...A scorpion will never face it’s own stinger. A bear will never maul itself. Why then do some men have wounds they wont talk about? It’s not always the arrow that kills you, it’s the infection. ......

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...As the night foster, sank my fragile heart, Because the frivolous moon began to play with my thoughts, As gleam the the moon up high , heart began to go in deep, Thinking of many butterflies that ......

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...Poems about Poets Elemental by Michael R. Burch for and after Dylan Thomas The poet delves earth’s detritus—hard toil— for raw-edged nouns, barbed verbs, vowels’ lush bouquet; each syllab......

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...She gazed at the looking glass, but the mirror refused to grant her a preview of what might happen, a clear picture of where she had been and if she existed at all, the spectre of the moment seemed t......

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...The God Who Sees, from the seed to the reap. Not like man. He’s keen to depths of our hearts. Our imaginings, our unholy gripes, dissipate with our Lord’s glorious light. The Lantern......

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...On screen My spleen Gangrene Gone green I died Wife cried Doc sighed He'd tried News clip Now RIP......

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...State of the Art (II) These are my "ars poetica" poems about the art and craft of writing poetry. What the Poet Sees by Michael R. Burch What the poet sees, he sees as a swimmer ~~~......

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