Short Blood Bath Poems

Shimmering blood bath
Inexorable death near
Buried joy exposed...

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Blood of Christ you cleanse  us
And from our sin You save
Who will now save us 
from the Holy War they rave
Love of God and Love of Man
If to them were explained
I think then in due course 
the Brutal Blood Bath would wane...

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Chicago Bears are Raven mad
But Lions roar that's just too bad
With Rittenhouse free
To shoot you and me
Belfry Bats are cheering for Vlad*


* Vlad the Impaler aka Count Dracula
Kenosha is only 65-miles from Chicago,
the NRA's Shooting Gallery ...

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bullets are flying
and people dying
without a reason why
as bloody bodies lie
so much rage
any age
some may say tougher gun laws
others will say laws bring flaws
this blood bath has to stop
life on Earth not a flop
God may be the answer
just ask a minister
this isn't the wild west
when they had so much less...

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War
blood bath
tears cries woes
orphaned children
Deserted homes, bare fields without farmers.
Worth  of life lost, bullets  thirsty for  blood 
dead lay silent
eagles dance
brutal
End. 
Peace
I  wish
pray to God
to save mankind
Hope conflicts end and  normal life resumes.


July 19, 2016.
Triple Tetractys 2 - Poetry Contest 
Sponsored by: Eve Roper...

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Angry people trigger me
I am terrified of them, 
pushing myself into a tight ball
sliding into the cracks between the floorboards

I cannot get away fast enough
They might as well be carrying machine guns
and machetes and hatchets and hammers
my body shrivels up and dies

I slide into a place I do not fit
trying to get away before the blood bath
always expecting to be the first one mangled and killed...

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I feel the loss tonight
That Glory Absent
That Wordsworth was always mourning
No more, I guess
Than the day I realized
Cruelty
I just feel the loss tonight
In an inner landscape of Void
Not so much the sorrow
As I look up into the night sky
Two Black Pools
Gateways, Reflections Guard
In a red moon and silver dusted leaves
And a sigh,
If Wordsworth were here tonight
I'd envy his sight...his sorrow
And I'd bleed him of his Immortality....

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Haunted and motionless sounds. 
Creaking sounds of the wooden door, 
Howling of the wolf's 
Haunted sounds of mysterious creatures 
Dry and thirsty for human blood and life
Sudden fug and cool breeze brought terror
Fleakring of light bulbs 
Sudden empty black terror 
The resurrection of the dead
Blood bath everywhere
The cries of haunted children 
Creature attack 
The nightmare that lies in the dark
      HALLOWEEN SCARES
     10/31/2017...

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i must be king, the sole lord,
whether baboons and monkeys
draw a long stream of blood 
whether allies of men-beasts
parade an endless blood-bath
there! a sacrifice of infants
of pregnancies of still-births
of gray-hairs that forcefully 
must fall before my leopard’s claws –
i must be king, the sole lord,
the dry tears of the monkeys
would not move the tiger’s jaws
ever-ready in the belligerent
defense of my palm-coin
in this civilized city of africa....

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