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Pipin

Riddled Past

Run! run, run some more! Run, run for ever more!
with wolves, hyaenas and beasts, alongside Thor
protecting, so you thought was there to keep
only to have hold then lose again and weep.

Time has passed in the everlasting deep Abyss
so it seemed, time travelled in hot pursueded bliss
but never to been found or seen again to this day
still calling out helplessly mayday! mayday!mayday!

Particules of universal black mass sold to the vendee
whales, dolphins and slaves alike silenced by man at sea
discharged without honour or degree, simply dispersed!
Manmade shelter above the trees submissively coerced.

Fading and wasting away, slowly without meaningful hold
sunshine trying to warm the bones but night wins with its cold
Stars journeyed to a nearby path of plentiful crossroads
still silently and motionless deciphering original codes.

Stop! Stop! Stop! no more! Stop now! Stop! no more!
but wolves, hyaenas and beasts already slaughtered Thor!
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Posted: Jul 2013
About this poem:
Riddles speak of truth.
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Barrellofart

Collapse

On the skins of ash and oak
With eight pounds of slivered steel
I built this strength by youth
And time and work compiled

I have exhorted every muscle's fiber
Under the direction of my lord
To the support of his kingdom
And the security assured therein

In the days of my age, here, now
That I have given my strength away
These wild and voracious governors
Have all left me here to die

Had I but harnessed the power
Of astute and demanding query
Not simply just the firmest grip
I may have escaped this dungeon

I am bound and weak and injured-
I was ambitious for fleeting power
A well formed arm and strength of back
Abandoning all those political things

Here then, now again, this view of strength
In the forceful way of physical things
I have one statement yet to make
In the most political way of all

I have lost the durable power of my arm
And somewhere else, too, I lost my back
So I am left only with this extension
Of my actual self, an instrument of doom

When I was a man, I was such a thing
But I gave it up in the search of honesty
What power I had and lost, each year, but still..
I lacked the righteousness of foresight

Before my eyesight should abandon me
Or should I lose my steady hand
I sight in that terrible heart of hypocrisy
And squeeze his life from him
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Posted: Apr 2010
About this poem:
I'll be honest- I'm a bit toasted, and this needs a lot of work.

Will get back around to this later.

It is about a hard working man who tries to live a simple life, believes that the most important works will come from laboring in the land, and who ultimately, having never had faith or much interest in the political world, believes that his most important work, at this point in his life, where he is beyond capable of everything he has ever placed faith in, is to remove that which he feels is evil, by assassination.
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Unknown

Heroes of Nine-Eleven

Could not believe what I had seen,
All the horror and the killing.
How could anyone so cruel have been?
As if lives weren't worth a shilling.

But for each of those who destroyed,
A hundred heroes rose to save.
Ev'ry art and skill they employed,
Making sacrifices so brave.

Risking life and limb they went in,
To do ev'ry thing that they could.
And battles with death they did win,
As we always knew that they would.

And let us not ever forget,
The other victory that day.
Those who decided not to let,
The mad destroyers have their way.

Those heroic souls who fought back,
May they live on in memory.
The brave ones who thwarted attack,
Of United ninety-three.

The mourning came but never went,
It's going on to this day.
But in this war we'll not relent,
Nor let terror have its way.
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Posted: Sep 2010
About this poem:
I cried as I wrote...
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Unknown

SUFFERING AND SMILING

Hey! Look!
Over there!
My friend lies in rubble;
My most miserly friend!
In tears he sings “Arise O Compatriots”.
Such foolhardy feeble friend
From my crippled country;
He claps and dances
When a thunderbolt strikes him;
He seals his lips tightly
When he’s led to the abattoir;
He sings a Lullaby
When his father is killed;
He smiles, suffering,
He laughs, languishing;
He’s dumb in the face of tyranny.
See him, yonder!
My friend lies in rubble.
My most miserly friend!
In tears he sings “Arise O Compatriots”
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Posted: Nov 2009
About this poem:
This poem is dedicated to my fellow Nigerians. Nigeria is the world's sixth largest producer of petroleum (oil/gasoline) yet its people are poor and hungry because of corruption of its leadership. At the same time she exports her crude abroad and imports the refined products and sells to its citizens at the same prices, sometimes higher, that non-oil producing nations, despite the fact that the nation has several capable local refineries. The painful fact about this is that despite the man-made poverty in the land, the peoople do not attack their problems in practical ways, majority of the people are hoodwinked into believing that the devil or some witchcraft, by their neigbour, is the souce of their mishap - so they easily throng to religion hoping to find the opium for their 'troubled' souls. I dedicate this poem to inform my fellow Nigerians at home and in the Diaspora that solution to a man's problem does not come from abroad or above, it comes from within - a will to see a change. The national anthem of Nigeria starts with the words 'Arise O Compatriots'.
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shadow1950

Happy Birthday Prince Charles

There will be many celebrating today
for it is Prince Charles special day

Champagne glasses brimming to the rim
one thing certain eyes will start to dim

Banquets and feasts a plenty
dishes price set at twenty

All the nobles of the land
on bended knees in the sand

Royalists world over raise a glass
those against royalty take a pass

What ever your stance
have a swirl in dance

For me I say have a great day
and at the end maybe even a lay
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Posted: Nov 2013
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wayne34

smile

:-) and the world smiles with you
Frown and they will pass you by
Say hallo and a hi and smile goes a long way
Be miserable they don't want to know

Alone you will be
Not a sole will want you
Cry and cry alone you will be
Sad and depressed

Your days long and dark
Sadness you dwell upoun
Emptieness
In a rut you become

Dependant on depresants you becum
So briten your day do not dwell
Get out of bed
Smile its a new day
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Posted: Nov 2013
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Cozzie

Ireland's warrior queen

Feet of stealth
fists of fury
mind of a champ
thing of beauty
is she the best?
she is surely,
Ireland's warrior queen

Voice so humble
focused mind
Irish athlete
of a different kind
generation inspired
joy we find,
Ireland's warrior queen

Battling bravely
facing blows
even harder
when she throws
thumping jab
never slows,
Ireland's warrior queen

Mna na heireann
have you seen
the greatest among you
mean and lean
nation rejoices
gold meets green,
Katie Taylor
Ireland's warrior queen.
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Posted: Aug 2012
About this poem:
In praise of Ireland's London 2012 Olympic gold medalist for women's boxing, Katie Taylor, athlete role model and all round inspiration.
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Toxic_Kitten

"It All Starts Over Again"

We will cry, and we will shout. But will the angels hear our call?
We will cry, and we will shout. But will the angels hear our call?


I hear the screams of children running, I hear the sounds of people gunning.
I see the bombs flashing in the sky, as my mind is screaming, "Why?"
Why fight this useless battle, why fight this useless war.
In 20 years we'll all be back to fight for something more.
This scarred flag that we all fly, raising high to show our pride.
Hides the fact that we are shamed by our leaders that have lied.
Greed is the motive that our leaders use to fight.
Yet they hide behind their words and they hide behind our strife.
Their banks are packed tightly up to the brim, their futures bright while ours are dim.
They fly around in their expensive jets, while we're up to our eyes in debt.

So will we fight for our right to ignite our inner light?
Or will we fall to them all and crawl to their call?

Stand up! Scream it! We don't want any more of this.
Rise up! Speak out! We are done with this.
It all solves nothing, because in the end.
It all starts over again.

A wife sits with a baby at her home, crying as she clutches onto the phone.
In another country, in another land, there is another family that would understand.
Two apparent enemies, their families torn apart.
By a war that none of them ever had any part.
An oprhaned child sits all alone on the streets.
His parents killed by strangers marching in fleets.
The innocence in our hearts dying as our soldiers stand to fight.
The hope in our hearts dying as our soldiers fall to the plight.
They all claim that they are doing what's best, meanwhile all of our voices are oppressed.
Yet their family and friends are all protected, while the rest of us are affected.

So will we fight for our right to ignite our inner light?
Or will we fall to them all and crawl to their call?

Stand up! Scream it! We don't want any more of this.
Rise up! Speak out! We are done with this.
It all solves nothing, because in the end.
It all starts over again.

So will we fight for our right to ignite our inner light?
Or will we fall to them all and crawl to their call?

Stand up! Scream it! We don't want any more of this.
Rise up! Speak out! We are done with this.
It all solves nothing, because in the end.
It all starts over again.

We will cry, and we will shout. But will the angels hear our call?
We will cry, and we will shout. But will the angels hear our call?


Oh, oh, beware. It will all start over again....
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Posted: Jul 2013
About this poem:
This is obviously a war song. I'm in the middle of writing a story, and it in the main character is fighting in a war she has no choice but to participate in. I wrote this song as sort of a "background song" to them marching to an ongoing battle. It is a mix of rap/metal. Italics are of a regular, flowing singing (by a woman in my head), while the rest is harsher obviously, (this time in my head, it's a male.) However it pops up in your head is up to you though.
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lookn2share

AMERICA

America preaches world should follow their lead
people worldwide beseech our 'freedom' indeed
Our forefathers Constitution was brilliantly done
"We The People" defines Nation of one

Fallacious was 'Equality' and 'Justice for All'
in no country could that ever befall
Dreams of a free society came true
every freedom gov't often denies you

Americas' forced poverty behind rife despair
leaders HATE having to pretend to care
"God Bless America"...last words politicians say
they covet only power and prestige everyday

Please tone down the America's so Great
political correctness a disease born from hate
America deemed the melting pot of Earth
this reality has diminished American citizens worth

Mass diversity bound to bring about unrest
imbecilic ideology behind massive failed test
Patriots will mend Lady Americas' heart
A 'United States' divided inevitable from start
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Posted: Jun 2012
About this poem:
'TRUTH'
Tweaked
11/11/21
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Unknown

Letter to AMERICA!

America! the lion of the world,you roar and the Nations quiver in fear. Many faced thee in pride but as the grass they were made low. Like bewildered children,like frightened babes, to thee Nations cried and your sword you withheld not from the necks of their enemies until you dispelled their apparitions. In style your chariots in the air were swifter than the eagle with salvation in their wings to save those that were not your brothers! Therefore all the years long thy name was on every lip for to mankind thou was "helper of the oppressed". Restlessly you fought the evil man for you said,the world must be better. America! Remember you it were who preached "DEMOCRACY" and many, who as slaves served their government, were transformed by the knowledge you gave into statemen served by their government. They were freed from the sheepfold of vagabond leaders to whom they were only but sheep meant to be fleeced,butchered nd sold all for greed. America! the deliverer,the big brother in whom men boast. Why! Do you turn thy sword of war against thy people,the descendants and offsprings of your father who trust in your protection.why do you give their lands and wealth to a strange people? America! Why do you trust in the alliance of demons,under the secrecy of hell. Do you not know that they cannot be trusted. People of America,ahead lies no prosperity but death and slavery. People of the earth woe awaits us for if their swords ar turnd against their brother what shall be turnd at us. Alas! The deliverer is become the foe. The youth are blinded with the pages of pornography they are made busy with pleasure while they unleash the plague. America! Thou has murdered trust and the spirit of brotherhood. The spirit of all thy founding fathers and the blood of thy children and the pain of bethrayal shall be our missles of reciprocation against thee in thy underground fortresses your place of refuge. Goodbye America! Today brotherhood gave up the ghost. Today brotherhood died!!
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Posted: Nov 2011
About this poem:
America here is used to represent her government. It tells about the plan of the govt to bring distruction....
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