End Of The World Poems

How is it viable that life could alter the course,
from people to people? 
What makes you quiver in the middle of the night 
to play...

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Amidst the sting
Of a chill morning
I would still love to sing
Whatever may tomorrow brings
Doesn't matter how long
The sun shines again
I may not know where
Or how...

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I will tell from the perspective of men,
I know firm, and I trust,
The earth is a tunnel and,
Men are Voyager always on the traverse.
Through and...

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There is an author, a creator, a maker of the LIGHT              ...

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Cobalt beams the remnants of a building in a nuclear Holocaust 
Chanting screams gyrating from the air bouncing off the trees 
Babies alive surrounded by...

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Quarantined,
New levels of Covid 19,
Everyone desperate for a vaccine,
Is this all apocalyptic?

Is the end coming soon?
Is Jesus finally descending
Amidst all this evil around us?

Only God...

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Dirty hearts 
Unaturally diseased
Covered molded spots 
Resuscitating streams deserts on fire
Oceans beds dissolving
Don't eat the food 
Don't!  Your bread sour 
Tasting sugar sweetened sauce...

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The world has come to an end
For mothers are doing abortions
For reasons well-known

Mothers have become weak
Getting defeated by their child
For herself, she can’t speak

Fathers are...

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I don’t live in a perfect world
It may seem like I do but you haven't been in my shoes
My hair is always a mess
And I...

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We
live in
a new world
obsessed by sex
in its crudest form,
by primitive instinct
at one end of the spectrum,
as though sex was some brand new toy,
and dominating the...

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God Speaks to the country

God is watching us
Watching the most ungodly 
Man of all time
Being crowned as the new king
Of the American Empire

God is angry
Furious...

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We harnessed the power of the sun
Created cells and life from nothing
Cloned and duplicated
The work of the Gods

Holding fire
And life
And death
In the palm of our...

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WORLD WAR 11 THROUGH THE EYES OF MY DAD
POEM NO 2 OF TRILOGY

My father was one of six children, whose family
Had no financial reserves, so...

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I was touring the lovely countryside, once on a golden Saturday,
Lost within the raptures, of languid summertime's scenic display.

And I came into the vicinity, of...

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Words swirl around my brain with their own little snowstorm,
Each one brightens my day with creativity,
And sound,
And music,
And taste,
And touch,
Every page is a new beginning,
And...

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