Militant Poems - Poems about Militant

All aboard the bizarre Farage barge.. Unless of course you are from abroad.. . Narcissist catalyst.. old school fraud..discord twist.. Can't resist.. staging the raging red mist.. Fist of Mob rule tryst does persist.. Depraved raves..insist..craved faves.. Won't save slaves & knaves.. Hellbent they are sent.. To graves under the waves… Foolish votes for ghoulish gloats.. Seedier media leaders lying.. Defying the dying.. Folks...

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A mute poet wonders why seeds from soulful words fail to blossom his lotus voice. A silent knight jousting against his militant muse, whose armour is a sword of metaphors piercing verses to bleed through poetic forms....

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Brother. O Brother. O when when we were callow In days young Shakers of the movement before gray & silver turned our locks we held in idol Spree even damned were we Lessen a very score ’til callous became un-sore away had you myth into the far-off seeking a northern star...

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Militant They say the only good thing, besides invention that comes out of winning a war is the ability to brag about your heroic feats along with your comrades. What can I add to a dead man's grave Should it be flowers or just some words that they said Awful as it seems there's...

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Boko haram terrorists Times without number A neighbourhood unsettling with a bomber, Their grabbed territories Zones of a thousand worries! A people in panic Piteously plan their escapes route, Their pursuers, a manic, Who must them funnily shoot! It’s a horizon of unthinkable sleep And the digging of graves not decently deep: It’s a constant brandishing of a superior weapon That precious lives make a lottery coupon. North-East...

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Hilga was militant, Inflexible, unflappable, Morbidly so. She was so strict, being with her made the hair on my legs stand at attention. She was abrupt to the Brink of unkind, yet had no idea Of this. When Hilga was ready to retire She had no place to go. No family, no garden, No man, No child, No yard. Just a small empty Apartment on a Boulevard. A...

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We’ve marched along the watchtower, And stepped across the wall, We’ve looked for hearts of gold And joined the band on the run, The road we walk is rocky and narrow As we step towards the gate, And we sing songs of praises When from life we escape; We lost the way to the sanctuary And forgot that there is a need to pray We’ve...

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Resilient to Militant There may be many who will become militant To our programs so we must be resilient Bouncing back with both feet on the ground So we will end up safe, secure and sound. Success should achieve as well as assume Being sure for progress to allow some room So that every time that the end is in...

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You're a heart militant you've kidnapped my heart at instant now am needing you like an infant it doesn't matter if you're distant as long as this feeling is intact.. Am feeling like William Shakespeare now you know why am rhyming without fear am doing this cos i care okay lets be fair i feel on top-the-roof when you're here Anytime i call,and you answer you...

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if nonchalant meant blithe unconcern the militant florist arced the bouquet through the air like some Olympian athlete with the greatest chalance the muscled biceps rotated smoothly with grace and purpose as the petaled red and blue grenade of flora with ferns hurtled toward you the florist then alone, stood erect not watching the flowers as they curved the baby-blue sky to you, but at...

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Today's pain is tomorrow's gain My Hustle is yesterday's struggle High rates of death increasing like inflation This is a dedication for those who died for our nation This goes out for that father who earns his honest living So he joins the Army of One & his only thoughts is killing Thumping of a...

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