Short Despotic Poems

bonsai trees
despotic rule stunts
liberty


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Once ravaged, souls salvaged
haunt savaged:
nostalgic for magic
in tragic
dreams psychotic, script agnostic
by despotic
lies chivalrous (shed fibrous
force frivolous)
to begin, my chagrin.
Our coffin
tailspin
plans covertly
to pervert
or convert....

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Don't trouble me with your sacrosanct fetish for god. 
Your arrogant conclusions,despotic delusions and 
child like confusions are an anathema to me! 
Blind faith hiz nae place in ma existence, 
where a live catechism is ma king and provider, 
the holy spirit a large hadron collider....

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The Life Quixotic is still Chaotic, 
Still despotic while Tyrants rule. 
Joy, it seems, a thing of dreams
When I wander like a Fool. 
Eternally internally profoundly confused- 
Searching for Time far better spent 
In a Mind I find unfit- MISUSED! 
A wish to be Omnipotent...

*Favorite Poem Old/New Contest Entry
~JustThatArchaicPoet...

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I put the seed
Into my mouth....
Because it is sweet
And irrespective of tears that may fall
There is water alive
A whisper in my ears tells me
I can hear
Another shout makes me hold my ears
In pain, despotic virtues insane
It is not the you
I had thought you to be
Another kiss and you tell me
It's just lipstick.....................

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I reach down, my hand brushing the soil,
The dead earth now charred and barren, decayed -
All that we have touched is now grains in my palm,
A madness that stems from a despotic rule.
Our own fervour about  almighty justice nailed.
Is a fierce rush of revenge and power.
Is this how we are meant to be?
Tyrants of the world, embittered in lunacy....

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In the world

There is not barbed wire fencing of romance,
not sterility of bull story,
not indigestible speech of life

There the independence is as the multiform mind
where changing comes daily
but, as the worsen jaundiced body

There despotic reign
writes by left hand
the forehead of grave
in a little period of masquerade game


- Tuesday, July 16, 2019 Chattogram...

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While Satan still manipulates
the call to arms is apparent,
when disarmament stipulates
a flaw a weakness to exploit;
by the next despotic arrant
moving amongst us all adroit.

Peaceful lands of noble intent
sing your gullible lullaby,
relinquish your strength you’ll repent
aiding the augment of evil;
his preying armies to satisfy
destroying peace with upheaval.

While Satan still manipulates
peaceful lands of noble intent.

  © Harry J Horsman 2016...

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Its now to question 
It's now to dicuss
It's now deny
Any hold over us
By the spawn of
The unconscionable 
The dregs of the dregs
The descendants of 
Misfits septic as pus
Unacceptable beings
Being devoid of true
Soul, lovers of gloom
Who live as in  holes
Like spiders in Webs
They only can kill
If their dens are not
Cleaned out; nows
No time to be still
It's time to be active
Spread the news all
Around , their agendas
Have lost it, Humanity 
Is taking back ground.'...

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