Pied Poems - Poems about Pied

When good seems to fade There's a price that's paid For mistakes we made The pied pipers play and leads us astray We follow them blind caught up in a bind To dead ends we find So who will arise To be bold and wise And choose truth, the prize Then battles begin To...

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I just want to live while I am alive, I want you to get me out of this witless dive, I want to drive through my memories, You are not my subservient appetite. I want to read you until you are alive, I want to listen to you until you no longer share your archive, You are nowhere near my quibbles, And...

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Threats of blood baths easily roil Cult members whose sentiments boil Devotees tribal Shall get D.T.’s bible Soiled with drizzles of snake oil...

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As Medusa walks in, shuts the door, caresses precision hand down the mahogany- and shows one what for. Senses in starbursts-cloudburst flavor crystals accenting- your bloom of predicate corpus, cat claws in my brain, comes metamorphosis- Led mushrooming depth of field ballooning nuclear yield of corpse. Royal Purple Haze grave-misting the cold light of day, and we without our shield, of course. Your...

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Pied Piper in the village square – a man With a wooden flute and a golden plan – Whatever are you doing here? Did the elders panic, call you in To purge the town of salt and sin? Are you here to blow the bugler’s call Enlist us for a noble cause Or show us more of days to come? Perhaps, at last,...

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I'm not sure how it all began, When this soothsayer became heroic to some. As he molded a story of greatness, Against what our nation has now become. Those that listened were mesmerized by his fable, As he wove a tale of conspiracy and doubt. Then his minions spread the veil of shadows, To every corner with whispers they could shout. Almost...

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You motormouths, that pull the strings of life, Marionettes of Pied that seek confusion. Your piper teeth are chattering with strife, Like a Jedi, with wave of hand delusion “Come one! Come all!” the ringleader twists knife. The press buries the truth, besets illusion. The circus clown smiles whilst Hans-ing fairy whales, Marionettes of Pied with Moby-Dick-sized tales. 3/27/2023 Just having fun creating an...

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Not pied but a piper of a different sort, Partakers tend to frequent cuff and court. He seldom leads prefers to follow, Decorates flesh while insides hollow. And slowly lets his ways go shady, And lowers bar on choice of lady. Will blame the Mayor and Council Board, As if actions be not of his own accord. Why all’d be in his favor...

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He’s Mr Hyde the pied piper cat He plays a flute and know where it’s at His melody is roaring, exotic and phat. We mice dance to his music, he’s our acrobat! I wanted to warn my cousin slim. I had seen cats before who acted like him. But my cousin was content, and so was I The day I got mesmerized...

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She is the pied piper of the floral world. Flowers gravitate to her day and night. They travel for miles to latch onto her dress. She never slows down for them, but they catch up. She is a magnet for roses, daisies, dandelions and lilies. Lilly of the Valley is not fast enough to catch up....

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Pied duck Late diving when The sea did roar below as snowy wings flashed bright and bold, so white...

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Technology holds us hostage Putting us into rectangles Our I-phones are our newest bosses Deciding when, where and how we go Technology directs our actions Directs us hour by hour Choosing our moods Based on where he wants us to be We read his texts, allowing him to choose our mood Our feelings, our joys, out hurts, our passions We are helpless baby mice Led by...

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It was on a beautiful Sunday, that I was relaxing in the park, Obtaining all the bliss I could, before blue skies grew dark. The air was filled with songs, and bees were bloom to bloom; And the stillness of summer heat, drew birds of vivid plume. There upon my wooden bench, I lounged back and closed my eyes, Savoring...

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In a world of filled of hate Love is not the enough We need a clean slate We need to keep the Black life Matters Movement, going to make a change We have given up on believing The superior, then there is the inferior The rich and then there is the poor The celebrities and there is the followers Then comes action,...

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Till the end of day's The piper played A tune upon rimmed crystal glasses Because the rats grew such they all consumed his favorite flute And though he searched both high and low Nowhere he could find an erstwhile replacement On which to place his lips to blow The same old tune the rat's would follow So he found a new instrument on...

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