Javelin Poems - Poems about Javelin

It was not my plan to be here. I was drawn hither by cold beer Thither, Hell’s heat too stiff to bear Nor should I to it flesh spare… And, now, everywhere noise is near. You know I don’t drink and keep fear Noise, next full storm and life is dear. So leave I should: try some calm rear What do I say:...

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Abruptly, a princess assailed my heart with love’s javelin I relinquish - a willing slave, I come before you O Azrael, angel of death carrying a scythe And carrying souls to the afterlife Here’s my breath, here’s my soul Take them – sleep of the just let my soul bear! Spare my dear...

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In his heart was an intense glow After his seeming superb show: An unsurpassed Philistine Throw Until whistled “A Disallowing No” That nearly javelin blood flow Stopped from his head to toe And a seizure wired like a blow … Clear that a bank account won’t grow, A once hot spirit is icy snow; For all this rousing with the cock’s crow! Now a bow...

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THE END Amidst the pulsating tumult of the End She sits …... calm ..… gentle ….. still Like the silent heart of the violent Storm...

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Give me a javelin, a fork and a spear Why do you need to know? Just come closer, my little dear. Close enough to throw…....

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Had a thought a moment ago, just before I broke your aura'd wing, trapped here, forever, within Audouin's vast crater alone and pining. Starved for ages, a new gnawing hunger'd vision looked to bring., had we met, you and I, before the javelin started skyward climbing? Though skin is rough and jagged as scoria litter...

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A massive delta wing machine Big heavy fighter going after Soviet bombers Hunting them over the North Sea Armed with big guns and heat seeking missiles Ready to splash the enemy communist planes Before they can drop or launch their nuclear weapons On Britain which stands ready and willing in defence No longer safe from the tenuous Russian reach Of Bear and Badger...

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From prehistoric stone there was sharpened a point then a spike: chiselled and engraved and hoisted and thrust, raised high above men toward a target lofty, afar in a field. Competitors rose from primordial waters, harpooning dreams and dripping ambition, tired and bruised but practiced and hopeful. Javelin was once rock was once bone was once wood is now painted is...

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What charms your whim, your fun, Each day when you’re alone? The things you ponder and get up to, That’s not on the telephone. Maybe you like duct tape art or Collecting tea bag cloaks, Or going around javelin catching with Other javelin catching folks. Maybe you carve egg shells, Into beautiful greens and blues, Or maybe you like to appear behind Reporters when they’re on...

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