Wires Poems - Poems about Wires

MY PRAYERS ARE WITH ALL DOMESTIC VIOLENCE VICTIMS AND SURVIVORS MY DOMESTIC VIOLENCE SITUATION STEMMED FROM MY WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FROM JUNK SICK COPS BECAUSE THE FBI WARNED ME MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND HAD BE INVOLVED IN ARSON RESULTING IN 8 PERSONS DEATH I WAS LITERALLY BEATEN INTO SILENCE...

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I AM A DOMESTIC VIOLENCE SURVIVOR I'LL NEVER EVER BE HIS VICTIM AGAIN I'LL NEVER EVER MISS THE STENCH OF ANGER RAGE VIOLENT OUTBURST THE SPITTING WHEN HE YELLED SCREAMED AMAZING I SURVIVED AFTER RETURNING FROM MY JOB AFTER GIVING BIRTH AGAIN HE BEGAN RANTING RAVING THE FBI RELOCATED OUR FAMILY AFTER MY WEARING WIRES...

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AFTER WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS COMPLETING SEVERAL IT WAS CLEAR MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND WAS SEVERELY JUNK SICK HE GREW ANGRY BITTER VERY BITTER PARINOID OF BEING KILLED HE WOULD ATTACK ME THEN GO PLAY BASKETBALL WITH A FEW CORRUPT JUNK SICK OFFICERS FUNNY LOOKING BACK NOW BUT I'M...

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For my handler’s special agent Leroy Heimbach special agent Kevin Dreary special agent Paula Brand special agent Alan King how I became a causality of wearing wires pregnant buying weapons and drugs for the justice department here in America being exposed after arson murder of 8 tailor shop Christmas Day 1984 finally victim 9 1998...

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I thought you abandoned me; That you left when you had the chance; I know now what I then didn’t see; Silent suffering is a complicated dance. I was hurt and angry then; I loved you more than I knew; but I won’t make the same mistake again; Please tell me there is something I can do. Even angry I missed you...

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What may suit them Be right up there street Or floats one's boat Bearing in mind poetry is more a form of art than an exact science This may in fact explain or be the reason Why the majority of the time i get hardly and reads and no comments On the poem's i liked and thought may have recieved or deserved some And...

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I might have noticed a gray swallow perched high on cable wire; An omen maybe from a quarter moon's advancing, blurred shade - On keener view, a tiny beam through street-post reflects night's hue. 29 May 2020 A Jenish Somadas Contest/ Let the Pens Flow--Sijo...

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There is a squirrel in my cell Listen to this because I have things to tell. I named the brat Hope Like whom one day I too wish to elope With no footprints to trace To feel the wind on my face. You may wonder What am I doing here In this bloody house of hell? Like most...

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I went to see a psychiatrist today He studied me in a very strange way He grunted once and then he said "Let me try to understand what's in your head" I said "There's nothing wrong with me I'm as intelligent as can be" Two more grunts then he exclaimed "Let's begin. Tell me your name" "My name is Mr. Downtoearth I'll tell you...

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the electric wires bouncing in air topped with snow thoughts in a balance Heidi Sands 2/24/19...

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Telephone poles stretched Far apart from one another The wires are full With a flock of sparrows spread Resting from their long journey...

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A businessman asked how anyone might, get into an honest business right. My friend Ned, stood up and said, usually it is through the skylight....

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Hot flashes of blue electricity Burn and dance like sparks from a fire As the ghost drifts slow through the wires With a great, charging intensity Floating through cyberspace, shadows drift Like children lost in desolate woods Their faces dissolved, their voices no good Ev'ry trace of them melts in the mist Thick and wet, this mist never dissolves It sits fat and...

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"Angel Through the Wires" Are you an Angel? Speaking through my words? You stand by me always, as I walk roughshod through this world. I see your reflection in my eyes Mirror Silent Revolution Image, but you are not here, You are in my dreams, a cameo appearance every now and again, a beautiful surprise, you say, "Always speak The TRUTH, never tell lies". You...

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They can turn anything to everything They can take nothing and make into something. So they created races to set society to race, we call this the rat race This is a race towards being a god, The sit in heaven, The winner takes it all Chipped on the hand to keep track of the game The mark of the beast,...

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