Kindreds Poems - Poems about Kindreds

...Loneliness is never more cruel than when it is felt in close propinquity with someone who has ceased to communicate. Germaine Greer In the orbit of ne......

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...Amazingly, Alice assaulted an antelope Because Bobby’s beavers became bold, Considering cantilevered canines Deliberately devastating donor’s doled. Evelyn entirely excited electric eels Faili......

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...All abroad! Amazing airplane aims above Asia ascending at an ample airline. Bestowing big buildings, busy businesses, beautiful beaches... Camera captures candid cascading countryside. Dozen dande......

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...Orwell saw it coming The giant apparatus of the state Taking control of the people Surveying the lives Of a fearful and compliant multitude. In the Apocalypse it is written That a beast sh......

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...Why? should I believe in Where is he can't see him Where is he no one loves me I am hurting why won't he stop the pain I don't believe in him this god or your jesus Why cause I'm an ......

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...The great mouthpieces of God. Laying down, establishing the Iron rod. Testifying witnesses of Christ, Giving their lives to proclaim His sacrifice. These are some of the mantle duties, Of prop......

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...MAN; I was all doom and gloom in the zoom when the past second died, A man surely has kicked the bucket I was told, but I shan't believe If so, when will I give up the ghost? Fear; Th......

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...Honoured is our kin fed with a sliver spoon bred and reared in Elysium. Swith is he, an ironic typhoean _ (he 'l be)- Our immerse hero.. So will he slump a thousand times but not like a coward......

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...Night of solstice On a hot and humid June The covenant of sisters Gazing at the signs from the stony mound On a night where comets fled the sky We are sisters We are Kindreds Sacred daughte......

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...I DON'T KNOW By the village tree Sat its simpatico kinsmen Gathered under Solomon's shadow Smoking pipe of tobacco leave Telling tales of women While waxing crafty willows In their proclivit......

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...STAINS OF BLOOD I heard the cries from far away The sounds of anguish all the way The tears had flowed like Tsunami floods A plague has led our land awry Scenes of passionate rages re......

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...Sometimes I just like to have fun with syllables and call it haiku Seventeen is big number in my family stuff happens that age Epilepsy for one, then there's eye surgery two don't forget how cutti......

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