Vipers Poems - Poems about Vipers

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....

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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)...

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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)...

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We were invited to a house which had a rusty door. We went inside and heard a sound made by the creaky ____________. boar floor store We looked around the living room. We tried to find our host. And there he was — all dressed in white — a very airy _____________. ...

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We are controlled by what we create A vexing tool from a creator?-- I found my death-note in a bottle Then, silently stabbed at Caligula's sea Obscurity has founded me All night, we danced with Death and all their friends We reserved our table: Misfortune and I To crawl, ever-lovingly into self-destruction What fevered, feckless filth are we: A brood of virulent vipers-- With cordial...

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Do not be greedy for material possessions in spiritual people paradox of lust. Be concern with spiritual poverty for physical poverty will pass. Fear not the one who can kill your body, but fear the one who can kill your soul. You are not to be like the business man, who builds Ponzi scheme and steals monies from people. You are not to...

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Tulip turning. 1 2 3. Prettily pasting post in a tree. Shapeless orbs ornately decorated. And a singing bowl asleep near a fridge freezer. Radio not a field mouse. Declaration airwaves. A mothball flu. Power pointing pontifical pontiff. Plea to a pea. And a glass human being. Benign is a compass. Grateful is a directional...

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My emotions run like ranging water, It’s this pain that is making me hate, Feeling a red-hot anger to them hypocrites, Who laughs with me, dine with me, Walk with me and call me sweet names, Only to realize they are sweet nothings, While stabbing me down to the core. With this my soul is exploding, Losing the little faith left in them, My...

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silver spring, hardens archly on the magnolia dreams, greedily and ice sailors replenish their pompous short epic sorrows, (scurry in happy life) tiredly, raining gently... the hideous frost... pomegranate poses on your lips kissed by the wind. she, viper frightening, embrace sadly insipid eager, the trees with unknowing flowers... (she wanted destroy...

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The road is long and it is not yet known where it will eventuallly lead us Dangers will face us on our arduous journey There are vipers along the path As we travel ...

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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!...

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Vipers climb these walls; These walls, eternally tall. Lining these walls, crannies and nooks; Reviving shelters to which these vipers look. Just below these shelters, a moss of deep green The top edges glow a red sheen. Blue wind blows from within Cooling the vipers' thinning skin. Through the day, through the night These vipers fight a tireless fight. Is there a purpose, a reason? These...

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Two women Broke their teeth On gravel. That one man Drank venom In green grass....

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