poems this mine here else often lists
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few words fewer articles prepositions conjunctions sometimes needed
rhymes or not
short but slowing fast world trick make think
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i don't know how you know
it's yours now
maybe makes much sense war
98% genocide
rev wright was right
possible not since rexulti
kill bear with ukraine cannon fodder
so iran can't stop merrikkael turning gaza
gehenna turning resort luxury hotels casinos
offshore oil rigs election want blame drumpf
but have zero credibility ever after praising president credit cards and truancy warden
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Warden-Protectors.
Set, lifted up o'er
Forest, jungle bear, tiger;
With a ready claw.
As one caught swinging
His own cutting tool
With cattle in tow, about
To be pounced upon
For Man's sake then each stands on
This placement of awe.
The Warden is angry again.
He hangs his gun belt outside
the door, and steps inside my
dour cage-
Fist full of razor blades.
I can hear the heavy drops
of mercurial cerise blooming
as it hits the concrete.
"Open your mouth, Son."
My teeth raze through bits of cheek
as they instinctively collide.
Even in the face of a turbid
shadow, I know what is coming- again.
I clench, and push his sublimated
hands away from my throat.
Echoes of laughter illuminate throughout
the Prison; throbbing inside my carapace
alongside my heartbeat.
"You know you can't win. You never do."
As my body writhes I can feel the air
in the room dissipating.
A fire begins to kindle in my skull as
a soft hand gently strokes my slick
brow as if to say. "Give in."
And yet, I fight. For hours.
As the echoes only pound harder.
Like the Bodhran drums of my forefathers
whose blood gave me will.
And yet, every man breaks in the face
of Eternity.
Every sin has its cost.
-James Kelley 2018
This poem has been removed for publishing on Amazon in WW II in Poetry: Veterans Stories in Poetry, including my late father's who was a Spitfire pilot in the Nigeria Squadron. As it says at the end, "For free speech".
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Space and time are the prison walls And ignorance is the warden So don't be afraid of the 3D house There are mansions in the gloaming
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