Short Vipers Poems
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Yes, how come? Generation of vipers speak lovely doing evil
[O generation of vipers, how can ye, being evil, speak good things?] Matthew 12:34.
1.Neuro Toxic(elapid)
a.Cobra
b.krait
c.coral
2.Vasculotoxic(vipers)
a.pit vipers
b.non pit viepers
c.russell's viepers
d.saw scaled vipers
3.Myotoxic
a.sea snake
b.sea krait
Note.zafar supari killer.
Form:
Estimates say there is one venomous snake
Per square meter, 4000 in total, a snake clambake
“Golden Lancehead Vipers”
Deadly venomous snipers
Remind me never to visit Snake Island by the lake!
Shame
My foe
you make me
cover my face
when I`m being mocked and
lashed with virulent words,
My legs wobble on the street,
heart racing with unfathomed fear
as if stranded on ~land of vipers,
Unperturbed zeal for success covers you.
Unguarded, from out that pit
For heart's place, capacious
Burn on up, Desiring's brood.
Winged vipers, rapacious.
There's luxury's diamond-backed
Skinned regeneration.
And lust, more horrid looking.
With reddish streaks thereon.
With sibilant voice
you spew venomous words
like poison
dripping
from
a vipers fangs
If only you could taste
your own bitterness
would you continue?
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Readers deserve regard respecting questions
Recent query, Would Jesus just forgive?
The answer in the Bible is, it depends ...
Before Jesus, a Redeemer- Savior longed for
John the Baptizer preached repentance
To sinners he labeled, ' Brood of vipers,' John 3:7
Hiding in their basement caves,
the ‘journalists’ deride
The light of facts and truth cast dim,
a downward fatal slide
Where once out in the open,
clear vision far and wide
Credibility buries deep
—their fear a den of lies
(The New Room: February, 2021)
To not appease the critics,
success within our grasp
The charlatans of written words,
venom of the asp
They bury deep inside their dens,
ordained iconoclasts
Passing judgment, casting blame
—on what they fear might last
(To T.R.’s ‘Man In The Arena’ March, 2021)
Dear patience, hold my wetted tongue,
And rouse my restless soul to speak;
Let not the vipers in my veins
Betray the sound of my heart’s beat;
Let not this captive loneliness
Ensnare the light that dwells within;
Cast off the serpents of the night,
And let the hope of heaven in.
the road to slavery shall die
this Profitable enterprise
so full of lies
someone's property or human chattel
chained in the belly of the slave ships,
side-by-side
chained by feet and chained by hands
where
the rights of men denied
Lord, we curse the vipers,
the maggots and the Flies
Xanthous vipers crumble and
Copulate on pallid bursts
Of violent ash and vapid sand
Drunken blows to swollen bones
Macabre and salty, bitter and grand
While wolven maws abuse brash lips
Gluttonous passion
Simmers on pendulum hips
Thrashing crests of poignant skin
Fevered, gasping, blissful sin
Anger and hatred seep through my veins like vipers venom.
It causes rage and anger like none other.
Not even the most peaceful monks can calm it.
What is the source of my ire.
The thing I most desire but will never acquire though it lies deep in my heart.
Wait to burt forth like a lotus flower
What is there within this vagrant lady
That I can neither hear nor see,
That I fail to acquire or fathom
And still it beckons me?
Is not she but a blood stain in the moon---
A bit of water, plasma, enzymes?
And yet she plays upon her bong a truculent tune
As if Karma had not kissed her with his fangs!
Propaganda well well oiled
Slander all of us embroiled
Like a ripe vipers nest coiled
Dander and our blood boiled
For whatever whatsoever we've toiled
Whenever forever wherever spoiled
Don't pander the snipers must be foiled
Or our society like Rwanda will be soiled
An elephant met a jellyfish on a train and admired the colours on display. Here was obviously a shard. Here was a shine. Showing a bud. Bugling sound then. Vaporised vigilant vipers videoing. And a dust. Distinguished dust. How great. Name not a nautical number. And give no gibbon to a garden. Xxxx polarisation z
Form:
Murdered in cold blood,
for refusing to be Part;
corruption covered,
I weep for the life cut short,
weep!for I have no one else.
Orphan I become,
mingling with vipers and lice;
In cities of flies,
what can a tailless cow do?
Hope that truth shall come to light.
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Would it kill you to love me
If only for one day?
Would it pain you not to shove me
Or look the other way?
Would it kill you to love me
Instead of being cold?
I would let King Midas hug me
And turn me into gold
Would it kill you to love me
Don’t just give a stoney stare
Or will you, too, rebuff me
For the vipers in my hair?
prancing across my desk
a parade of venomous snakes
what are they running from
I see nothing but cotton balls, scissors, sanitizer and paper clips.
When the smoke clears there is a brigade of antique porcelain dolls.
With those weird looking glass eyes, and those frightening stares.
“I am afraid of them too,” I confide to the vipers.
Echoes ring from Ancients, past
To warn beyond the shadows cast
Faith has grown too dim to see
While lulled in sway by treachery
Vipers plunder through the night
And man will fall without a light
As day by weary day the truth is bent
Prophets decree, “Repent, repent!”
Times are such as one may be lost
When the soul forgets salvation’s cost
In the river Jordan
you baptized the people,
some were brood of vipers:
pharisees, sadducees -
hey sanna hosanna,
king Herod you opposed.
You were his prisoner -
his servants cut your head.
In spirit you survived,
bashing black pharisees
even in red cassocks.
White cassock will not save
the one with black soul
and be it the vengeance,
hey sanna hosanna -
just punishment of God.
Broken tonight
Bruised by what you said
Too hurt to sleep
Bleeding from the words you spoke
Trying to figure out
Do I really make you happy?
Do you really love me like I love you?
I just want to sleep the pain you inflicted away
To forget about you & your vipers tongue
Fighting again & again
Over the same wicked twisted sin
Listening to the rain fall
Wishing I could wash the pain done by you away...
Silver Sable took a job
to take down the villian Viper
but she kept finding dopplegangers
those that can't be snipered
Captain America was tracking the deed
and felt that he should save Viper
but his path led to the pit-vipers
where everything went far hyper
Pit-Viper #12 died deep in battle
where Silver Sable thenafter found the original
she put her gun to the Viper's head
but her demeaner didn't rattle
I kissed him on his cheeks
He did not wake
I kissed him on his lips
He did not wake
I kissed him on his forehead
He did not wake
I cried and cried and cried
I called the storm to keep me cool
I called the moon to show me light
I came out of the room hairs flying shroud
On to the street, deserted
It's raining hissing like vipers
Doors wide open
A distant sigh of blizzard.
MOURNING
© RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
11/04/2014
a tear fights his way through desolation
the purple summer flower is snapped
hope expired to memorial
green fields are hermetically sealed
mud splashes fouling soft cheeks
the worst in humanity has been reached
childhood dreams buried by cruelty
salt burns painful in bleeding wounds
monsters shuffling around
nailing hard steel in bare walls
behind the scenes reigns vipers
ruthless sounds die away in the cosmos
@ Bianca & Gerhard