Short Attacker Poems

The tattle taler seems so bleak
Until someone knocked out his front teeth
He screamed then swear
Did he even dare
To send his attacker a black wreath...

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Then
the guns
fell
silent

"Is that it?"
"What do we do now?"

"Go home" echoed out
"Nothing to see here, the attacker has been dealt with"
"Keep moving along - it's a crime scene now"...

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The wild blackbird
had a huge wound
where feathers should be
on his back
was his attacker
a once friendly beak
a bat
or maybe even a cat
the little bird
lay on his chest
splayed out
open to the sun's rays
to heal him.

P.S. My little mate is alive and well frollicking in the leaves....

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I tag them incidents
With no strict precedents:
A Hater-of-Elephant-Admirer-of-Tusk
A Critic-of-Perfume-User-of-Musk:
An Attacker-of-Night-Walks-Lover-of Dusk
A Consumer of Corn Teaser of Husk
An Enemy of Flour Friend of Rusk …

Also, who nightly tasks handle 
But never bothered to near a candle
And A Class of Eaters of Mutton,
For more asking by touching their shirt button....

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What one would at last gather
From listening to father:
Certain things go together;
The valiant and go-getter,
A genius and pace setter,
The heart and a pace maker,
Leather,gums and shoemaker,
An entrance and gatekeeper,
Attacker and goalkeeper...

You just have to be super
To join French Paratrooper,
From head to toe vigorous
To contain The Rigorous...

You don't meet night marauders
Obeying patrol orders:
Never assign mysterious
To the ever boisterous....

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Escape the Matrix
              Or
Escape from madness (Lesson23)  
 
 
Attack on freedom
Attack on war
Attack on cancer
Attack all we deplore
 
Attack the attacker
As long as you don't see
The attacker is hiding
Camouflaged in you and me
 
Attack thoughts 
Leads to effects we see
Cascading thoughts
Determine destiny
  
God will heal our guilt
God will heal our pain
Forgive us all
We are just insane
 
 
Diana Dalton
19 August 2014
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My head turned like the hands of a clock
But making not at all its tick tock…
I rather was white with singular shock
At collecting from behind a knock
That could have neatly jolted a block
And even embarrassed more solid rock
Perhaps, cold-shivered a wearer of frock;
Or the more reddened the crest of a cock…

A blazing threat to put my attacker in the dock
And thence to a cell with good lock…
Or a fight give him that watchers flock
To both parties heartily cheer or mock....

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He came back again
Only this time it was during my 
sleep
He grabbed me
Forced me
Tried to control me
I screamed but no one heard
He kept trying to touch me
I screamed again
This time my father heard
He pulled out his gun
I ran from the attacker
Only to be chased by him
I reached the door
Opened it and went in
The attacker still behind me
He came in too
Only to face my dad's gun
Then I woke
Frightened
Terrified 
Sweating and near the brink of tears 
He came back...

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