Reprisal Poems - Poems about Reprisal

were it not for rage our bones would lay there yet … bleaching in the wind. ...

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Salutations! Are we all just a figment of GOD's imagination? Or just a simple angle of schematical equation. Perhaps, we’re just a footnote in God’s mental thots? He’s gotta BIG BANG Universe to run, does He not? Are we all flashing back on one of God's holy hallucinations? Walking on water, EGGSHELLS! Raise Cain! Raising you know what...

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Up here, where the lone trees grow, the air is clear and the time is now. Up here, where the lone trees grow, my emotions alternate between what I see and what I know. The only easy way into this desecrated corner of paradise is by way of a narrow road that twists and turns its way...

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The rising red sun arousing Mother Gaea with bright red embers....

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Admire, exult, despise, laugh, weep for here. There is such matter for all feelings: Man! Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear. — Lord Byron Morning love sought with riveting pink and amber foliage. hunter-green mask encapsulated service fanfare from afar elbow-high fives Twilight burned hue of leaves behind charcoal trees; mood that familiar pink dissimilar dusk cephalopod ink blackened windows swings like a pendulum — hopefulness...

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Cheating death with a masquerade veneer, faking the failed attempt to hypnotize, the prisoner showed no pain as suture closed the deep knife wound bathed in crimson blood. His eyes were closed, ebony thoughts within, blackened to obscurity by his pain. But his revenge would...

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Shadow of silence darkness abounding Cloak of disruption anger surrounding Awaiting the moment of disaster to prey Tumultuous faces turning astray Resilience bequeathed, resistance absurd Arduous path vindicating the urge Death at the narrows, helps ease all the pain Teeth clenched and gnashing the tourniquet strains Concoction unknown sizzles its guile The ply of the stamp offers up smiles A concave of filth welcomes...

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Reprisal or regret - both are meant to punish Reprisal slaps the hand; regret lingers in the heart Competitors of the fiercest kind, Like weeds sown in among the wheat, both sprout in the same field, but only one of them wins out. Reprisals are sharp thorns from stabbing tongues causing deep wounds that may never heal. Regrets are sown in the seams...

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What now try our souls at evening's faint hour? I Shall not let some heavy foot use this heart Like a common shoe. I shall yet defy The tiger slinking to tear me apart For daring to the forest edge to come And rinse my soul with trees and find ransome. Here far from spilling oil the ocean bleeds And far from...

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I marched, they marched, we marched For nothing now it seemed And I the ego pulpiteer, left parched Refusing to go underground with the stream That carried me before to a sheer Desolate drop, I can struggle unless I fear. So here in the monastry of altar and pew I come again O God to you. Next Time when the fire starts, remember...

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After leaving sweating bricks and rotten pus behind We agreed our Moses was not blind But then standing at desolate sea, we come to find The army was galloping in our mind If only we could be still, and see clear before us The impossible sea to defeat What strength was made from faith's plain chorus What pushed the water from our...

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