Schism Poems - Poems about Schism

Is it shism with a soft “k” or skism with a hard “k”? The “ch” sound in English can go either way, as in church and chin, scold and school. Personally, I’ve never had a problem with it, because I schink schome people are schimply too skittish, and therefore schplit over right usechage. ...

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I believe that each of us lives a predestined life, one that has been arranged and organized for continuity. We are oblivious to such effects as we live out our lives accordingly, as ordered by the power that be. Anything beyond the preordained structural perimeter is deemed by its nature as, chaos and mayhem. Why...

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The schism is forgotten on this day. Our insanity is hurried by the sun's sway. We stroll on the rocks without a coast. Clouds hurriedly come into view impost. When it rains, it soaks up onto the sidewalk. Passion is what gives us the capacity to talk. Our emotions are hampered by your ooze. We'll be way up that hill while you...

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She snores under Night's somnolent veil, Far from quiet throes of his teetering sail; Her pulses come and go in silent throbs, Attuned to trigger no lover’s salted sobs. Her breath kicks in and out in frail wafts, And makes sullen breather and her lover Immune to stingy Love's meanest dose, Both unhurt by Time's estranging cover. Both lie on the false-soothing...

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One god has as many religions As Trafalgar Square has got pigeons A lad on the booze with nothing to lose Got baptised with two Dead Sea Widgeons...

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In the Catholic Schools of the West All students are put to a test Their head must go South With an open mouth To measure who comes off the best A priest is never too fickle An Adam's Apple to tickle No need to repent Its all Heaven-sent The meek love sucking a pickle Virile men should become a priest So many are needed back East Beneath...

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Maybe it's with all signs Astro that their true ology elements precede us in our poor socio-crafted endless envies, that benignly beholds and molds us, encrusting our deep attention to non-nominal directed people preferentials--- for me, a March fish out of water, that traverses a lonley land of mindmeld ill consequated potentials, is more than...

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The teacher's feet flew up on the desk, Striking the class as rather grotesque: It caused quite a schism, As she'd just escaped prison! Was this a school-room or house of burlesque?...

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"Where is the sun, where is the moon?" the mirror asks. He sees the silence in the other's gaze— crouched against the wall an empty face where once two small diamonds burned and cut in two who once was whole "Where is the blanket for the cold?" the mirror asks. He swipes a star from far to balance on his outstretched hand it tears a trail...

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With the death of freedom the world celebrates its liberty and as the itinerant children of futures dream wept in their unborn purgatory the applause rang loud for ever more even more security Yes for this day and this day only for this dust, for this thirst this indigent clawing at life's throat may appease these misanthrope moments and give us all the delusions of hope Pass...

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As these long-stifled clouds part Across the indigo sky, Tears purge the nimbus 'way dry, From my dearest desire's heart. Ascending to noble serenity Through the stygian unknown; Breaking through Everest’s stone Forever-- or at least eternity. Although all of the windows may Open, and briskly circulate, Like blood clots they articulate: The seal shall never break away. Alas, the...

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Now in conversation with myself, and in love with the adventures of the mind, I'm free to argue about them. Feelings are more precise now; they do not mislead. Totally gratuitous of course, they take the lead and we must stand in awe. Oh? You defend them? Of course. What kind of Alter Ego are you? Only yours. Forever....

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After being robbed you want to hide your poverty, like sex. Someone is going to flaunt the kisses of moon. The sinking of twin islands in lake begins. Claspers were poised to hold on the tree- house. The privacy was threatened. Nobody will conceive tonight. The erotica wins, temple fails. A lone wolf smells the wind, invades the obscene closet of a god to find...

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You took innocence sow seeds in maturing brain create illusions in the name of the father... a lattice for prejudice. © Harry J Horsman 2012...

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