Under Attack(P) Poems - Poems about Under Attack(P)

Oi Oi ..saveloy…caps do doff..bless Joffy boy…with injury woes and blows… From the off some did scoff…Joff can no longer bowl for toffee…clearly not really… Not being coy but some of those press hoi polloi said Ben had chose.. A risky ploy against our Indian foes…but seeing him let rip For the fans unbridled joy..a trip to our...

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I had a dream last night. When I looked into the mirror, I was wearing a denim mid-skirt with boots, and a dramatic yellow top with feathers—things I would never wear, least of all on a steaming summer day. I looked around and found myself on the dock, where my grandparents live in Keelung, Taiwan....

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My chest tightens with invisible hands Thoughts race, unraveling faster than I can breathe. I'm drowning in the quiet noise of my own mind ...

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Terrorism had shown its ugly face again. On joyous tourists poured the fire of pain. Though with the latest guns, they looked innocent. Amidst human cries, their smiles seemed imminent. Who belonged to what faith, they wanted to know. Could one separate the whiteness from the snow? Do Hindus and Muslims have different blood? Does any pot know who formed them from...

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Indie swizz Green and white On top of hills A view unlike A tale of heaven, a place to repent Now is none but a grave of men, The song of winds turned to echoes of mist, The crown of hind, now blood missed Quite waters, a red fountain Land of joy now weeps with mothers' cries A...

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BEING IN AFIB HEART BEATING OUT OF CONTROLL IN SPITE TERRORISTS THREATS I AM IN MY FAITH MY MEDICATION WILL KICK IN SOON THREATS YOU'RE DED WHAT A BLESSING FROM GOD...

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INT. SCENE 1 – THE AWAKENING – DAY FADE IN: It was born in a test tube, Twitching organic mass, form skewed. They fed it chaos and it grew. More tests ordered. More data due. They poked it daily for a phase, Kept in an incubator daze. Mesmerising to watch, This new form scared of touch. It was secret, shrouded in myth. No regret subverting parental...

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control point in time control and dissertation of language free speech i am alive, a life living outside of california the pandemic census what your rights are during covid isolation while? the rest of the citizens are not purged as a genocide, in the streets of america these are american war crimes what rights don't you have to come outside california is not open for genocide and war crimes yet? you are...

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You leave the safety of your front gate and enter into fear. The early morning quiet magnifies your every movement into a noise - footsteps, breath, the sound of arms scraping against a coat. You don't want to be heard. There is nothing to hold onto in this ocean of streets, houses and motorcars. The world is bottomless and beneath your feet there is terror. You are now too far out. You...

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SEVERE DATA BREACH USED BY THE AMERICAN MAFIA CONTROLLING ABUSE OF POWER THANK GOD FOR RICK SCOTT FOR CONTACTING THE FBI OVER THE SEVERE DATA BREACH AT TAMPA GENERAL HOSPITAL SYSTEM WHERE PERER GARGANO AND MY IMPOSTER JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY ACCESSING INFORMANT FILES TERRORIZING AMERICANS INCLUDING SEVERE DATA BREACHES CYBER ATTACKS ON NATIONAL PUBLICBDATA...

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My heart started beating so fast I thought it would break My hands were shaking; I felt dizzy and unsteady Unappreciated, threatened, I began to run I had never done that before at a job A co-worker tried to stop me; she said I did not look well I screamed and kept running...

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Gila monster broke out of his cage, stole some ammo and Pappy’s twelve gauge. On a low grassy knoll, he dispatched the anole in a cold-blooded, reptilian rage....

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When will this feeling ever stop, Palpitations from my heart. I can't go out into the world how did these feelings start. My sweaty palms and pounding head I'm just so scared to get out my bed. People will judge me I just can't cope, feels like my hearts being pulled by a rope. My cheeks are getting tingles pins and...

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No need to fear, in fact thank God. It’s Friday the 13th under attack. There is self-control in not blowing your stack. No need to fear, in fact, thank God. Steer away from the charms, not the blessings. There’ll be no purpose for medical dressings. No need to fear, in fact thank God. There might be reasons, under a ladder, not to...

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Used to be that planning your day around the breakfast table, Was no fable, And made perfect sense. Now of course that is unworkable, As most now text able, But have trouble making a lot of cents, As discussing only failed plans at the tea table, Does not make you work able, And points to a lack of common sense. ...

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