Short Reapers Poems

sinister feeling
grim reapers happy playground
death feels nearby...

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golden winged workers....pollen reapers a queenright honey
humming hive...

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Oh, this long and dreary road
Morons lead, with us in tow
Reapers of Counsel
Shearing the sheeple
"Stay the path" is all we're told...

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The doers of today are the reapers
Of tomorrow but they must not stop
The learners of today are the teachers
Of the future but they have to sit-up...

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yes Anne Lise A.

lovely talented people seem,
to burst into the spotlight,
gone too soon, the reapers moon,
Whitney now in spirit flight ... 

Don...

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Reapers roam where angels fall
Silent demons heed their call

In the night, They scream your name
Calling you to play their game

No one heard your pleading cry
Never got to say goodbye...

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Witches on broomsticks,
Jack-O-Lanterns with eyes lit,
Vampires and werewolves

Scary skeletons,
Devils, demons, Grim Reapers,
Mummies and zombies,
 
Erie ghosts and ghouls,
Terrifying everyone…
On Halloween night!...

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G  ut wrenching sobs
R  ip you apart
I  ntense pain squeezes your heart
E  ntrenched in the gloom where only death blooms
F elled by the tune from the Grim Reapers harp

.                            ~~~~~

Written:  Feb. 10, 2006
My first attempt of an Acrostic...

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Jeepers creepers can’t believe your peepers
Sweepers keepers jumping josey leapers.
Gleepers fleepers dallying with sneepers.
Reapers heapers willful wonder kneepers
Sleepers greepers foremost firstly weepers
Deepers sheepers giving golden fleepers
Cheepers zeepers living with grim reapers
Jeepers creepers can’t believe your peepers...

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Shards of rag 
Torn from the reapers cloak
Tattered and blowing upon dead branches
I wearily cross underneath
Far below definition
Whilst dark eyes follow 
My silent steppings
Glaring down obsidian bills
The tree erupts 
A formless black detonation
Of ravens wailing their curses 
At my approach
For disturbing their ritual of dusk...

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In a cherished of woke visions,
our Lord Jesus Christ gently spoke,
and said, "Feed my people,"
as loaves of bread, fish, and fruit
cascaded down from His blessing hands.
A font of sustenance and love into
infinite wicker baskets.
Us reapers knelt to Him,
as the hungry of the world bowed
their heads in thanksgiving and
feasted at the Lord's endless table. ~...

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Maids-Housekeepers

 of maids and housekeepers.
Are groups of clean reapers
This can be any tropes.
 can be any genre.
Cleaning whole home, from porch to kitchen
Washing, windows, walls and dishes




8/1/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
For North Omaha Writer's Group/ N.O.W. GROUP 
  W.I.P. (Work In Progress) 7/28/20...

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Jaded unbecometh truth
forlorn thee heart being torn
madness of the reapers might
sadness be the weepers night

Darkened wings of night befalling
upon tear stained pillows comfort
dread is read as blood flow bled
as life becometh hard misread

Journey's other trail of tears
releasing all that one once fear
love is dear,as also near
cleaning what was once a smear.........

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War is upon us,
none wanted, yet all predicted.
Blast the TV faces,
Blast the gun-rich reapers.
Heavy the price - light the blasted child
the match lighters.

The conflict is here,
yet-not-yet do we fully flinch,
but give-way inch by inch,
behind the already blasted doors
of new lost freedoms.

Blast those we once trusted.
Blasted are the blasted,
all the blasted faces.
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Reveille called to the sound of a bugle
The regiment called to duty
The soldiers rally to the call

Its Politian’s that make the call
And pick the tune to bugle
Thier morals you're duty 

A soldier as no choice but duty
And must answer the Politian’s call
And die at the call of the bugle

The mournful bugle called you to duty , and  you answered the  grim reapers call .    


24/02/2019...

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My mind wonders the endless void of dark decrypted shadow pits of my life
and echo back a sound like nails on a chalkboard. 
This will be another restless night.

I look out my window to see a shadow move in the moon light
My mind wonders still, Sleep is now but a hollow memory.

Restless emotionless husk from my sleep deprived state if only the Reapers hand would
sooth my mind and wisk me away....

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If you could picture time as a concept 
To control our willing self 
Would its beat change as our mind slept
Propaganda sold as health. 

Time is an aid to healing 
Advice for emotional pain 
But how can it manage the feeling 
To protect and keep us sane. 

So how much time is for the living 
An algorithm to measure breath 
Age a counter for the reapers ring 
Taking us closer to the time called death....

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All wars scourged bodies and souls--
Torn spirits and dredged feet of the fowls

Ravished by rabid gargoyles of prey
Scuppered dreams of the reapers of hay

Wars circled the world of May
'tis emblem are ruins and remnants of flay

Wars for peace can be penned on paper
Words and spikes of chivalry of the bleeder

Ink flowing out are veins of the fighter
Scrawled blood purged from the might of the writer...

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Streets are dead in many ways 
as ever looms the reapers snare.
Those asleep have now arisen,
that vacant swarm with deathly glare.
A deadly tide of hungering souls,
for whom the church bell gloomingly tolls.
A windswept scape engulfed by death
and patrolled by corpse with stifled breath.
Tomorrow has nowt' but a bite,
an endless plight of fight or flight.
With future plagued my final sigh
succumbs to fates cold lullaby....

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There are holes in the fabric of the universe...
where the diamond hearted used to reside
alive-shinning beyond bright-warming kind.

Mindless reapers -whipping poison scythes
another hole in the fabric of the universe
rapidly filling with holes-deep black holes
swallowing souls-vomiting misery's bones.

Where's our God-balm to quiet the mind of man...
to work the shine back into the gems.
No more holes -only diamond shine
into the heart and soul of all mankind....

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Seeds of the Savior's garden
Advantaged by the early rain
Bud and bloom in grace and pardon
Bearing fruit that love sustain
Acres to be reaped, hands like buzzing bees
Teachers making the reapers bold
Holiness of word performed is holiness of soul

Send them forth to sow and garner
Christ the vine master empowers all
Heaven's storehouse becomes the richer
Omitting judgment, helping those that fall
O Lord, our God, we surrender all to you
Lead us to green pastures, your vessels true...

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Winter without warning.
The cold inside the chill.
The reaper says good morning.	
As death climbs over the hill.

Run if you've a mind to
but you'll never get away.
The Grim Reapers laughing at you.
I think he wants to play.

Feel his bony fingers tighten
wrapped around your neck.
Watch the raven swoop in, 
take your eyes out with a peck.

You exude a feeling of gloom
as you hang your head to cry.
I would tell you it's not your doom
but I don't want to tell a lie....

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