Short Weaklings Poems

they come with pleasure
of the happiness of death
those black diamonds owned
and dug from hearts of weaklings
somewhere in star of darkness...

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stealthily stalking
   grasses of gold disguise him....
      serengeti king

streaks of black and white
   pounding out panic's pursuit....
       dusty clouds of fear

weaklings fall away
   struggle vainly to survive....
      nature roars aloud...

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When
He said
Romance gags me
You waste your time
Love is for weaklings
I
Wasn’t dead
 yet

When
He said
Plant only
Food
Dump
Out the flowers
I
Wasn’t 
Dead 
yet

When
He said
Close all the windows
Seal all the cracks
I
Wasn’t dead 
yet
 
when
the moonlight faded
I 
                 crawled away

I
Wasn’t 
Dead Yet....

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I find among the simplest 
of men,
Geniuses
I find among the 
strongest of men,
Weaklings
Bent on the edge
Ready to collapse
We fear within our hearts
That our fears will come 
and haunt us 
We know within our 
souls,
What we need to be,
What we ought to do
But some how,
The spider of fate
Weaves its web 
and enslaves us all...

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There was a sitting
A séance of sorts
Spirited shadows danced
In the dimming wick
There was a woman
Lover and the weak
a carver and red meat
There was a priest
father, a prayer, king
of the weaklings

There was a rising
A séance of sorts
Spirits of sudden stir
sudden dead wick
And the woman
Lover suddenly weak
carved some red meat
There was a priest
father of the weaklings
slayer of the wee
...

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The deputy’s deputy is off
Shes taking over for the week
So weaklings and un-professionals beware
She doesn’t put up with any cheek

She can delegate everything,
Every single piece of her work,
Everyone else has much more work than her,
She knows that – it shows clearly in her smirk

“Because im doing it - the work will now be done properly!”
“There will not be any waste or slack”
On review of all the work she did
It was all done front to back...

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DEATH OF LOVE

When gazing at my
love-struck eyes
He said
"Romance gags me
Marriage is a business deal
Love is for weaklings"

I
Wasn’t dead
 yet

When
gazing at my garden
He said
"Plant only
Food
Dump
Out the flowers"

I
Wasn’t 
Dead 
yet

When gazing at the moon
He said
"Close all the windows
Seal all the cracks it
saves money"

I
Wasn’t dead 
yet"
 
when
the birdsong faded
in the silence
I crawled away

I
Wasn’t 
Dead Yet.


2013
Victoria Anderson-Throop...

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In an age
Where souls are pawned
For fame and wealth


A time when
Good and evil
Cease to war

A period where
Men passed, and
Weaklings arose

A place which 
Breaks my heart
yet fuels my limbs

A land whose
Stain I loathe
But name I bear

A people who
Curse the stench
Yet eat the feces
Here, I’m to call home
Home or desert?

My path is vast
So I call it home
But journey it is

I hope to sleep
And wake in a time
Where men are men....

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Come, my Child, for We are coming
We come to wake you from your fetal sleep
you shall send the foolish weaklings running
for in a world of death your soul will steep
it's time, my son, to kill the joy, for comfort shall be never yours
the lives of foolish fiends destroy
upon the burning shores
the time has come, you will arrive
you'll bring your fatal air and strive
to decimate the fiendish men
and say the sword is greater than the pen.
when you are dying, know that you are born....

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