Short Despoil Poems
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Cumander-in-Chief Father Trump
Will frack you and leave you a dump
For riches like oil
The Earth he'll despoil
While searching for what's next to hump
Author's note: The "anti-christ" has got my attention. Perhaps this is just a bad joke, and it's not limited to one religion.
Sneaking into the enemy camp,
the guards all fast asleep
Crawling past the sorrow and pain,
old promises to keep
Deep within the saboteurs grasp,
for one last time, alone
Burrowing into uncertainties lair
—to despoil the unknown
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Sneaking into the enemy camp,
the guards now fast asleep
Crawling past the sorrow and pain,
old promises to keep
Now inside the enemy camp,
for one last time, alone
Burrowing into uncertainties lair,
—to despoil the unknown
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
War mars the face of man.
Though this be known to all men
we realists connive.
Thrice-prancing priests in March
have made red their faces,
have conspired anew to despoil
summer's increase,
overmuch not caring
for those about to dye
crimson Plutonic plains,
to expire in the dark.
War, Mars, the face of Man?
Wisdom à la Sophie
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Behind calm mind can come a fear,
So conquer it, and sprightly.
A fear must not despoil your year.
Quick, quell it. Live your life quite lightly.
1/2/2019
"Fear is a slinking cat I find beneath the lilacs of my mind."
- Sophie Tunnell
War mars the face of Man,
Pitied, unpitied. Though
This be known to all men,
We realists connive.
Thrice-prancing priests in March
Have made red their faces,
Have conspired to despoil
Anew summer’s increase,
Overmuch not caring
For those about to dye
Crimson Plutonic plains,
To expire in the dark.
War, Mars, the face of Man?
"I could a tale unfold
Whose lightest word would harrow up thy soul"
When these words Shakespeare wrote
Little did he think how hard they smote
The hearts of men drowning in toil
Amid gross carnage innocence to despoil
The drumbeat of bombs to bring Mosul down
The speeding bullet of a car in Westminster's town
Heartache and agony in this world abound
With life's thorns so many are crowned
It is no wonder that so many weep depressed
And pray to their God for eternal rest