Warrant Poems - Poems about Warrant

When you get a FISA Warrant/ For electronic surveillance/ From psychic spies with/ Mind Control with psionic/ And radionic technology/ They first attack you with/ Voice to skull technology/ Which is voices in your head/ Their first objective is to make you/ Appear as a schizophrenic/ Medications will only amplify/ The effects of that technology/ You know you're not schizophrenic/ You know you're a victim/ Of that program because/ You...

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The troublesome throaty explosion For which demanded is handkerchief That helps to hinder hell’s diffusion By the thoughtless simple man or chief… The oft-followed by a dragged-out gob The owner sends straight to nearby soil: What had tried to chesty freedom rob And a whole day for sufferer spoils… A scurrying for antibiotics Or soon, the chest shall be again heaved: Haphazard gestures of...

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Blood - thirsty Agitators: Their leader's imitators; All the wild participants With their slogans for drunk chants And they all had pitch - Black pants: The first thing Black Union grants White's your doom just transparent, One's white pant one's Death Warrant! Thirst for fresh blood inherent, One's bleeding corpse to parent We're the Huge Elephants For no business with crushed ants What our legs do, too,...

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***A Parenting Tale*** He must’ve been Just barely fourteen, but still off as A ninja filling a pillowcase with chocolate on Halloween. Although through all other days his ken was an avocado green, That is actually a deep nubby, buttery green. The older teens, always girls, Stood leaning on the fenders of their...

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Sir, Hands off that Pen Can i see your Poetry License and Registration please Sorry we have had several complaints From both critics and reader's That your Poem's aren't up to scratch And i tend to agree with them So unless you want me to come back with a warrant Put a lid on it Find yourself another hobby One that doesn't involve word's and thoughts Otherwise you will...

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Abortion, Your Death Warrant By: Tom Wright 7/28/99 All Heaven cries out, breaking the silence of the womb for those unborn. I'm considered by the foolhardy not yet to be a life, but who can know if I have thoughts, save God, or, if in my silence, I ask the question, shall I be next to die without an earthly life? Will partial birth...

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it’s colder now much colder ice clings to a welcome few accept the old couple is absent as are their family of squirrels a chilled sun peeks through spindly branches mocked by icy chimes a distant church bell weeps its tone muffled by the snow it’s colder now more from emptiness than frost John G. Lawless ©11/16/2018...

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Anxiety ...

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warrant to arrest From the time when your Birthday start Friends & family Having fun ..... You may get many wishes & gifts But on the other hand , I will Having fun... To stole a part of your happiness to Having fun.... & Broadcast my petals of dream to...

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Villanelle : Strike ! And you sign your own death warrant ! for Obama, a swell chap he may have been or may yet be Strike ! And you sign your own death warrant ! Wild men’ll come a-gunning avenge their own god Is that wart on Fa-ling line : Death by shot...

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When you have them in place Know Love Lord...

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A date is marked on the calendar you see. It's an important one of great urgency. Not appearing at the court house will be a shame. The judge will issue a bench warrant in my name. The police can come and haul away my tail. His honor has the power to throw me into jail. Inspired...

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Joplin Missouri, May 22, 2011 It came out of the western sky they say In darkest dark before the morning day The wind, then rain, then calm, then came the storm The trees, the cars, the house all in deform For Joplin and the people of this town This storm has left them all on shaky ground For looters who go searching...

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Serving the warrant ( By S.Jagathsimhan Nair) Today I cry to this dry dust Of these paths that silently merge With the scalded mud of these huts. I cry in the name of all men Who are not home as yet, driving Trucks or boats or whatever in Nameless listless wildernesses Who can’t leave an address while away But have erred and left one...

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