Parasites Poems - Poems about Parasites

sitting in a river of ghosts watching regrets flow through the red evening sky in smoke scented clouds. the warmth of the air eclipses the coldness of memories shivering in the viscosity of the conscious mind. tidal waves of created illusions shattered by the power of being; the dark of the light lifted by dragonfly wings. ...

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Parasites there is a tiny mite that lives on our face but does not bite it is a species of arachnid that’s so small it’s outta’ sight it bores in to our pores and only comes out at night it dines on our sebaceous oil and ear wax and on dead skin, for dessert, it does delight they are with us from birth to death so,...

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A lesbian with a twisted plan The deadliest of all scams Working out a way to reproduce and spry She donated eggs like the cuckoldry Later gathering info on unexpected couples And monitor the progress of her post natals Until the time finally comes For her to gather her young With the unexpected couples slaughter She ran away with her three daughters Different city Different identity The...

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FROM THE ur POEMS thanksgiving prayer of the parasites by Michael R. Burch GODD is great; GODD is good; let us thank HIM for our food. by HIS hand we all are fed; give us now our daily dead: ah-men! (p.s., most gracious & salacious HEAVENLY LORD, we thank YOU in advance for meals galore of loverly gore: of precious delicious sumptuous scrumptious human flesh!) Originally published by Setu no foothold by michael r. burch there is...

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I worry about being unfair to other benign parasites in my feeding-frenzy faith community, and to myself, because I need and/or want a residential intentionally cooperative resiliently win/win consensus co-investing co-managing eco-responsible and responsive health-wealth community. This feels rather much to ask of someone already satisfied with a weekly sanctuary bath, washing off some of the weekday BusinessAsUsual compost, looking for ever renewing possibilities for repurposing trash into refueling treasure. I...

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Parasites are they Alive only by the skin of someone's magic A weird trick that keeps their memories Solidly out of comfortable reach Forcing them to keep their counsel As one when we they listen to each other Which is not often Ice King and Marceline Barely hanging on, surviving only because Of their determination to feel themselves again. United in their despondency Losing...

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Parasites, these unremembered memories unbidden guests made themselves at home within my breast And suckled in silence ‘til lifeblood waned vitality drained only traces remain of who I was Now I have become an ungracious host shadowy ghost in a hollow shell with nothing to feed these guests’ great need Odd sensation of wriggling I feel them digging their way out of my skin as alarmed I view their fight for survival breaking through Parasites, these obtrusive memories no...

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I'm tired of them always feeding on me Parasites they be ... sucking the life out of me, slowly How did they worm their way into my life, attaching themselves this close to my heart This symbiotic relationship must end, have to cast off these leech friends I'm the blood host of this carnivorous crew They be living off of my body of work...

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Bugger off Shingles! Go away fleas! I don't need Itchy skin disease!...

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I wept, my insides swelling Despising every fiber of my body… I focused on the glassed scenery before me Longing to be a bird…so I might fly so far away…. From the searing pains of my present The end to all of my hopeful dreams and fantasies I knew in my heart…I must return Back into the presence where these tears began I...

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Oh God what is wrong with your people Can you feel it, the pain and the loss Are we each to be martyred and broken Our sentence to end on the cross The world cries in vain, for a leader You killer, you pervert, you ***** As each tears the other, to pieces Still they clamber to sit on that chair There are...

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Shameful Parasites On the Public By Elton Camp Here is what this write is intended to do It’s an indictment, not of most, but of few Law enforcement has people of integrity Who protectors of the public try to be Most every community will have some Who are ignorant, rude and greedy scum Police work is a last-resort job they take To give them...

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Mosey along, the martyr strode Mishmashed mouthpiece- An emblem crusted implode What struck him dusty- A fanciful future Rhymed in dust heaps Communal swelling The measure is conspicuous We've been trained To magnify the magician's farm Glowing on the backs Of extracted wealth Misery soon follow The amped up road rage Within a city's targeted swallow Makes motion corrosive And divine beings, we ransack For gas guzzling chase All tongue-in-pie spasms When magnetic...

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Eating me from inside All these feeling like little tiny parasites Feeding on the host Making you weaker Little by little Those parasites slowly eating away at your body Nothing to make them stop They are ruthless And you don’t know it but they are slowly killing you from the inside out Now you feel the pain The feeling the little parasites Eating you away It hurts Now...

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I am the word that grasps your soul and twists An iota of sorrow or joy into your subconscious I speak truth and you interpret, absorb or reject Your silver clad universe is not my cloud filled sky Your autumn soft earth is not the path that I tread But your suffering is the pain that aches my heart...

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