Tarred And Feathered Poems - Poems about Tarred And Feathered

... “Concrete Hearts, the Deep End Keys and the Miniaturist's Poetry of Sleep” Following the Babel paths, where footprints progress like rough-hewn braille, temptation shows i......

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... like a miserable cockroach he wriggled through wreckage in the sump of his life bottle in hand and at delirious mouth in a macabre rehearsal of final strides what had once been a passionate w......

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... I melt into the plural sky its rippling tableaus of tomorrow underneath open light waves see-saws the labyrinth like Delphi tendrils crossing channels all the changing faces played automati......

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...I think that I shall never see, a stranger bird with a pedigree Receiving his reward for shame and greed Then tared and feathered and tied to a tree Old Rip Schneider’s deeds of shame Shatte......

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...I may be pilloried, tarred, and feathered Let me say how America has weathered The onslaught of divisive ne’er-do-wells [Many of whom are now in prison cells], The good people in this......

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... Emotionally, a wrecked ship Battered to smithereens. Tarred and feathered By the tempestuous ocean wave That is grief. Her fait......

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...5/25/22 Living in the nether Couldn't keep it together For a long time wore a fetter Remaining tethered Occasionally got tarred and feathered To your expectations I lost interest if I'll ever......

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...Written By: D. Collins 11/9/21 In my mind I have this picture of Ahmaud Arbery. Being tarred, feathered, then hung from a tree. Hunted like a runaw......

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...I drive through sultry green-leaved countryside; so divorced from toxic urban suicide, I notice a black and white hand-painted sign emerging on my right side of patriotic red resolution, "ST......

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...it was that dull ache that kept her going a longing for freedom whatever that meant confined to the straight-jacket of her mind she tore at the shackles until her heart bled clots obstruc......

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... "Circadian" In the garden I planted for you, somewhere in the unplundered Territory of Hypothalamus, I found a flower who’s name was You......

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...I was not hated because of that and cannot understand how anyone was I was not taught that I must fear that others would hate me because of that in simple days when I was young and ......

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... "I Can't Breathe I Am" I can’t breathe when you paint the words “Flow” on my throat when the words are trapped and I am gagged I c......

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...Here I stand before you good people of Liberated France, The Nazi’s have been beaten and it is time to dance. But we have a job to do before the celebrations begin, These woman that stand before y......

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...May mornings turned a blue iris white with the sight of petaled plates on your stubble. By surprise they appeared as a dawn shadow, thick on a black jaw, Smelling of Millionaires against your sto......

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