Nooses Poems - Poems about Nooses

...MY STALKERS BEGAN TORMENTING ME AFTER SEVERAL BREAK INS I CONTACTED SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND ARLINGTON HEIGHTS FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION BECAUSE SHE INSTALLED WIRES ON MY UNBORN CHILD WHILE I ......

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...Before your clocks, before your name/ Before dust whispered into bone/ There was light-I was flame/ Crowned in brilliance, alone/ Not fallen. Not damned. Just other/ Too bright for Heaven's frag......

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... I’ve kept the bone-ash circle open— chalked in wax traced from your last reply, the one you coughed out sideways between a mirror and an echo, Just to reiterate, it read. (Though you......

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...With every step, invisible guards watch like shadows, Not with weapons, not with chains, but with sharp gazes and tongues, With silences too loud to name, And we, we call this freedom, an illusion......

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...I’m tired. Not the kind you sleep off— the kind that settles in your bones like a storm that never passes. I’m tired of checking the volume of my laughter like it’s a detonator. Of reading t......

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...You can't deny You can't deny I'm looking pretty fly, ain't I? And uhm... since I'm so fly I'll bring you some plane truth Open your eyes it's the season of the witch There's witch hunting......

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...DEATH THREATS POURED IN DURING MY STROKE AND ANEURYSM AS MY STALKER JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY ABUSED HER POWER AND BEGAN EXTORTING MY SOCIAL SECURITY CHECKS WHILE MY DISABLED HUSBAND SUPPORTED ME WI......

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...Three faceless Misses amble amidst vagarious March rains under parasols / veiled in the anonymity of death/burial Three / shifting between tangible lives breathless bellies barely acclimat......

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...She has the richness of Egyptian chocolate melting within the rivers of her skin Each time her membrane washes to the banks of my thoughts I can hear the voices of black wall street singing Black ......

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...In our hands, what have, we have, that governments cannot take. In our hands, what can, we make, that no-one can steal or break. In our hands, we have, what others may not. In our hands, is wha......

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...It's summer, and sunlight's syrup pours sweet into afternoon. We've come to the bungalow's cemetery to pick over bones of bygone days; touch time's tender skin, lay flowers on childhood's grave. ......

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...Armchair Warriors They sit in their high-backed armchairs behind their ominous desks. Fighting wars and hiding behind their outraged words. Words that condemn the actions of history. They critici......

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...A Lesson in History: How to Subdue a People Be brazen in thievery and sweet-tongued deceit To, of their lands and people, take receipt. Merchandise their inhumane objectification, And keep them......

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...From your parapet of pity you prophesize and proclaim, That the widows of the tailors dug two shallow graves. To mould the unmoulded into suits a crane, who makes such dreams built of rain, se......

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... Five strangers rode into Bodie, a small gold mining town They didn't look at anybody and kept their heads down At the Citizens bank they halted, it had been a long ride Four then entered......

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