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Premium Member Ante Bellum
“ANTE BELLUM”


BEIGEBest served where it can’t be seen
On Stirling Silver platters
With redruM narcotics
Delivered by sharp Blood-Red
Well-mannered talons
Strutting in sleek wet rolling tight-skirted
Long French Silk Stockinged legs all the way down to 
Lethal Six Inch stilettos...

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Categories: fisted, america, bible, corruption, imagery, war,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member To Grow Peace
To faith communities
and fraternities,
brotherhoods
and sisterhoods
and sororities,
local non-profits
and friendly neighborhoods,
mediators
and counselors,
cooperative associations,
trauma-informed learning theorists
and practitioners for resilient
mind/body peace,

Do not deceive yourselves.
Continuing to gaze and daze 
on a monotonous monocultural path

Disassociating 
internal v external
navel v social 
my...

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Categories: fisted, adventure, earth, education, environment, health, integrity, religion,
Form: Political Verse
Premium Member Is There An Exclusive All-In-One Principle
‘ In general, quantum mechanics does not predict a single definite result for an observation. Instead, it predicts a number of  different possible outcomes and tells us how likely each of these is. ‘

...

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© T Wignesan  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: fisted, philosophy, death, art, dark, art, dark, death,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Premium Member A Flirtation With Love - Parts 1, 2, and 3 Finis
A Flirtation With Love (Parts 1, 2, & 3 finis)
#1 Sue's Legacy (Has A Home In My Heart)

Sure, each touch that enjoins us to life has Love's sparks,
one less photon (warms retina), dies but informs
that...

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Categories: fisted, love,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Unquotable Quotes: Xlvi - Tongue-Twisting Epigrams
UNQUOTABLE QUOTES: XLVI - Tongue-Twisting Epigrams

An aborted foetus never stops growing in the mind of the aborted mother. She never tires of making more babies to nurture the memory of the aborted baby.

The Heart and...

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© T Wignesan  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: fisted, humor, irony, people, satire, word play,
Form: Epigram



Premium Member Piranhas
"Piranhas"



Piranhas
thrashing tales
to the feeding frenzy
de rigueur

someone’s torn
they can smell the blood

pointing fingers in a mirror
writing with burley
on their star studded
glowing wall 

craggy oysters
peppered salty
grey and green 
furry mouthed

blunt, stunted minds
lacking wisdom

scattering envy 
curling vitriol
like iron...

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Categories: fisted, abuse, addiction, bullying,
Form: Free verse
Bullied As a Kid
among the countless thugs
   that teased and taunted myself as a boy
who exhibited blatant characteristics
   of being painfully shy and coy
attempting to remain like a statue as a decoy
which tactic nada...

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Categories: fisted, 10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, 9th
Form: Lyric
Premium Member I wish I had
Once upon a silent summer eve, 
as fine vermilion lines, 
between bleeding moonlight, 
swiftly sailed across
  my darkness and I, 
sakura springs sang 
 dulcet melodies of 
  a deathless devotion, 
incised within...

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Categories: fisted, angst,
Form: Free verse
Just a Toking
WELL ME AND BOYS WE’RE SITTING AROUND THE FIRE,
AS ALL GOOD GEORGIA BOYS DO.
WE WERE DRINKING AND LAUGHING AND CUTTING THE FOOL,
AND COOKING SOME GOOD OLD BRUNSWICK STEW.
WELL THE NEXT THING I KNOW AND IT...

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© Will Karry  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: fisted, body,
Form: I do not know?
Premium Member When I Think of You
When I think of you..I get the warm feel of friendship, 
born not in a place, but from time and space.
Friendship has a price -- 

Our first encounter, a caustic remark as I perceived, 
caused...

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Categories: fisted, friendship, heart, poetry, time,
Form: Verse
Premium Member When I Think of You
When I think of you.. I get the warm feel of friendship, 
born not in a place, but from time and space.
Friendship has a price -- 

Our first encounter, a caustic remark as I perceived,...

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Categories: fisted, friendship, heart, heart, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Concerning Iran
concerning Iran (a brief letter to the american voter)

dear miss or mister
still-believing-in-the-“dream”---
which face that you see being displayed on your
screens, 
do you think will get us into a war with Iran
first?

will it be mr. hope...

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Categories: fisted, life, war, education, hope, money, war,
Form: Free verse
My Perception of War As An Ex Soldier
The problem with war is not just confined to the front lines where the battle rages on. A 
single shot can be traced all the way back home. For instance a young man stood on...

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Categories: fisted, warlife, war, family, family, hero, life, war,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Premium Member Thru Maritime Miles 6-Aftermath
In only a moment of maritime mirth
My ship's maiden voyage was missing at birth
The King's Royal Navy reduced me in rank
By flushing my ship in the place where it sank

I fell in the sea with...

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Categories: fisted, adventure, humor, ocean,
Form: Epic
Integration
Being an American in Australia isn’t easy,

but I’m trying to integrate;

I’m trying to fit in.

Just one of the boys with all the right expressions

under my belt, like:

        pasty...

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Categories: fisted, culture, immigration, international, metaphor, self,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member The Aged Man
The Aged Man
                            Authored by Chuck Keys


There is...

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© Chuck Keys  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: fisted, life, nostalgialife,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Ascension Bleeding
“Ascension Bleeding”



In the Time of Great Sadness
a thunderous calling 
resounds to 


The All


Individually 
like puzzle pieces 
they are slowly


Connected


energetically 
the truth experienced
no need for explanation


Internally 


From within
they are for once truly feeling 
the strange familiarity...

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Categories: fisted, humanity, i am, light, love, mystery, psychological,
Form: Free verse
Censorship
Although information is now abound,
but meddled by those in power,
in floods of deception how truth can be found?
It’s trampled upon, like a flower.

All media, owned by globalists, lie,
they twist every fact and distort it.
Like jackals,...

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Categories: fisted, christian, community, corruption, political, truth, words,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Lend Me Your Heart Oh Child
Worth and numbers rarely go hand in hand.
Producing seeds which will rot and be eaten by the locust 
makes barrenness a special kind of blessing.
So pay attention and lend me your mind oh child
b'cos from...

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Categories: fisted, adventure, growing up, growth, my child, my
Form: Light Verse
The Hands of the Village Carpenter
There was a king who invited Artists to sketch the exact hand of Jesus so he can hung it in His palace

One of them depicted a Jesus with an Animal looking hand
Another depicted that He...

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Categories: fisted, art, bible, destiny, easter, inspiration, jesus,
Form: Quatrain
Premium Member Fallen Down
* This is a rather intricate form I created called a “Torridelle” - I hope you enjoy it! *

            ~
 
   ...

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Categories: fisted, imagery, metaphor, muse, passion, sensual, soulmate, true
Form: Rhyme
Incompetent's Guide To Gift-Giving
I was in a bookshop the other week 
(I’m a bit of a second-hand bookshop freak.)
In the crafts and hobbies section I spied
an interesting Home-Made Presents Guide.
Now, I’m not tight-fisted but where’s the sense
in spending...

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Categories: fisted, birthday,
Form: Light Verse
On Reading Bertrand Russell
On Reading Bertrand Russell --
A History of Western Philosophy
copyright date 1945

Trenchant treatise purchased
August 25th, 2020
at Limerick Chapel Book Sale
(in Church gym)
offered old library books
cost 25 cents apiece.

Musty tome
seventy five years out of print
found welcome home
nevertheless...

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Categories: fisted, 10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, age,
Form: Free verse
Dungbeetles and Poverty
"Sir" want me to call something --
A name? 
Well call then what you can.
Am I worth naming "sir" !! call any name.

My mother said, I was blesses by rain water
through our thetchet roof first day...

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© Sadat Khan  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: fisted, lifeday, father, me, day, father, me, mother,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Premium Member Fallen Down
* This is a rather intricate form I created called a “Torridelle” - I hope you enjoy it! *

            ~

my Angel, fallen ...

 ...

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Categories: fisted, analogy, body, love, metaphor, passion, sensual, sexy,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Reflection on the Important Things