Rapacious Poems - Poems about Rapacious

Knew the truth you were anxious to cover, your dastardly lurking’s not lost on me; Trying to hide from my x-ray vision, it’s such a pity how you wrote me off; Your dastardly lurking’s not lost on me, stop these attempts to become a shadow; I play the game so much better than you; Trying to hide from my x-ray vision, you cannot...

Continue reading...

Rich get richer as they ride shamelessly over rights, and equality; remorseless profiteers, reaping their lust for gold, reduce the rabble to rats in a maze of debt....

Continue reading...

Sunday Morning Quiet David J Walker It is in the Sunday morning quiet A quiet noted in the whisperings Of a house settled when The sayings will begin Later in the day If at all The sayings will be small If at all Rapacious prays Repetitious fears Religion ignored Lucky them It is a Sunday morning quiet When nothing needed is noted And understood...

Continue reading...

Rapacious Itch It felt things coming, The undeniable bottom feeder reality, Where thought had no credulity, Where irrational emoting ruled, Void of mind’s prep, Blind of light’s revealing purpose. Such remained This well-rehearsed and produced Pulp life infestation. It remembered… Once many clambered to the marble steps, Where dreams born of teachings Promised delivery...

Continue reading...

Reaping much more than sowing Available products enough but nowhere near satisfactory Poor taste for contentment and management Appetite so broad with unreachable threshold Covering needed capacity with extra huge lanes Identifying the boundary but crossing over it Out of this limit, the need demands more Ultimately giving priority to such greed as a way of life Solidifying the attitude of always wanting...

Continue reading...

Her charm and beauty all I saw, In darkness took my flight. Knowing not of my demise, Or knowing wrong from right. I fell completely in love with her She wielded me with Charm. She lured me in with beauty, And blinded me from harm. I was so in love with her And in her folly played. Not mindful of my Father’s...

Continue reading...