Hate March Poems

In another life  

There was a strife  

Angry like the frustrated wife  

Embarked on  

By those who enjoy a con ...

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Poetic nugget discovered today March 29th, 2021...
while rifling thru outdated electronic drafts,
whereby yours went back to our memorable past.

Circa 6/30/ 2017 - Lost missing master...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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It's a hole in my heart, the shatter of glass
It's dark, it's the cold, it's the end of the class
The void in the stars, the...

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I hate, I hate
He stole the food
I hate, I hate
He's in a bad mood.

I here, I hate
He's only eight
He'll never go
On his first date....

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I miss you
there, I said the truth I compel myself to hide
I miss you
there, I said it loud enough for you to hear
Can you feel...

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Too long
I have put this off for too long
I have said to myself to say this aloud
yet I contradict myself 
by putting it off to...

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Daylight Savings Time?
Are you out of your mind?
For centuries past Mother Nature's been right
So why do you think we can improve on her light
All winter...

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THE MARCH
They came with vicious dogs.
They came with clubs and ropes.
They came with galloping horses.
They came with guns and tear gas.
They came with hate and...

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The raging beast of fear in darkness was
Conceived
Its father: Terror  
Its mother: Ignorance, 
With the black milk of hate was it
Breastfed, 
By wrath was...

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Having surpassed the ides of March. 
Denounced the the baneful glare.
Yet my grief befriends Sanity.
Doctrine of hate preached from
Pulpits and podiums.
Marathon of the arms race.
Humans...

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Are we awake or are we still sleeping?
Blind to the hurt, and deaf to the weeping.
Ashamed of religion and supportive of the new,
Aware of the...

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There is us and them, but we must learn
Who is us and who is them ... whose blood is on the floor?
Whose illusions like shambled...

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Freedom before my lost brother

They march before the rising sun with guns at six
We stand before sun down with signs of freedom

Who really marches to...

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