Short Chop Off Poems

Step forward step forward you peasant you.
Time to chop off your head and lay you to bed, six feet under is where you will be 
all because you dropped my Danish on me!...

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People Should Propose

There are these things we should propose;
When we have lied may chop off long nose;
After increases,
Into pieces,
And longer and longer it grows and grows.

Jim Horn...

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he i or her dever
very evil
 and will lie
and will help you die
this is something has to stop
not matter who is
at the top of the lot
or in that box
alway awake
to stop it as it sit
its not a sweet cake
chop off the
HEAD OF THE SNAKE...

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Don’t give up your dream when you are just only halfway,
Two half dollars or a whole - it’s the same either way;
But chop off your dream, and you will make yourself squirm,
Lamenting, “what good’s a half apple to a half worm?”...

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Are you my baby
	are you my honey chile
Are you here for
	longer than a little while.

If you make me cry
	I'll burn your house to ash
I'll chop off your
	head and throw it in the trash.

If you break my heart
	I'll break your mother's neck
So let's hope our
	romance isn't a train wreck....

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King Henry the eight looked up and caught glimpse of another beauty 
She had a thin waist, long gorgeous auburn hair, and youth.
She was gorgeous!
He wrote an order to be handed to his enforcer 
"come and get this one
I have my eye on another woman
chop off her head
call her an adulterer
take her to the guillotine
I am in love again"...

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Rise my love and fight,
come back with spite,
avenge me as I avenged you,
I love you to,
but It's time to fight,
and do whats right,
and kill all these fools,
I'll kill these mules,
take there spirits and rip them out,
cut off there heads,
and chop off there arms,
come my love,
and help me kill them,
help them get what they deserve,
here is your destiny!...

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They said I'm a chip off the old block, but I'd never budge an inch
For it is of nature to bear the semblance of the one from whom you proceed
For it is blood to blood, nothing escaping
 For that's nature's will
All we can do is to chop off the externals that does not augur well with the times we are
And that's if that semblance is an Ogre to modernity

~ semblance...

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In slumber from last words
Awakening from the deep sleep
My pencil fall in love with blade
Told one day to blade
Chop off withered skin 
Make me afresh with life
Sharp, strong and hard
To face the book of life
Rewrite the words of life
With joy, with aspiring hopes
Erase the blank patches 
Of unknown and write
New story to life
I want to be in hands
Of one who can
Change my and His (her)
Destiny...

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In slumber from last words
Awakening from the deep sleep
My pencil fall in love with blade
Told one day to blade
Chop off withered skin 
Make me afresh with life
Sharp, strong and hard
To face the book of life
Rewrite the words of life
And joy with aspiring hopes
Erase the dark patches 
Of mistakes and make
Correction to book
I want to be in hands
Of one who can
Change the destiny


...
musafirs...

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I got no time for slithering snakes
Twisting themselves into different shapes
I just keep my distance until they slither away
Because today im not trying to get bit in the face
And having its venom filling my veins
Drifting in and out of consiousness and slipping away
If it gets close to me
I'll chop off his head and skin him with haste
End its life with the quickness
Bring silence & crickets to its spineless existance...

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“Why raise this much crude alarm
Over the schemed little harm
To just chop off your left arm
Leaving your right for your farm…

Left arm coming to gross harm
Does not betray yields from farm,
Save for one with eyes on alms,
Since planning to dump farm’s palms...

Your right arm can yams harvest,
Just as it can put on vest.
No true lover would you jest
Or with tongue your patience test
For being now a one-armed man
She should leave for older stan!”...

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When I see grass that’s green I wish was pink,
Soft to the touch in cotton-candy land;
Where eyes are never afraid if they blink,
Snow will steal summer and chop off its hand, 
So that when I stumble warmth picks me up,
And wraps shame in satin cushioned just right;
Where tears become wine poured serenity’s cup,
Blushing cheeks rosy kept safe wintry night;
Then I wave a wand held tightly by me,
Grateful to wander through lost poetry.

10/24/2016
For: What Poetry Means to Me...

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