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Unknown

Common Law Of Claim

Should a man steel his feet amongst thee claim,
Steal of feat the man of him in same.

Should a man bear his hand upon thee face
Bare of bone and hand to he his due disgrace

Should a man eye thee fare and dwindling drink
I pronounce it fair and just he water bound to sink.

Should a man linger about your wedded wife
Linger not, you're to show this man's throat the knife.
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Posted: Sep 2009
About this poem:
Just wording around with some play

And no, I don't feel a man's wife is his claim. But many old laws did. It's just a poem.

And yes, I cheated on 'linger'.

Please enjoy.
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Galactic_bodhi

Orwellian

If you haven't had
your swine-flu shot
If you try to run you'll
Be caught, get your RFID today
If you don't then you will pay.

Big brother says you
Must have your vaccination,
Don't try to run,
Don't try to go on vacation.

If you haven't had
your swine-flu shot
If you try to run you'll
Be caught, get your RFID today
If you don't then you will pay.

Raid your house and
Hold you down, doctor says
With a frown, Hold still
While I violate your civil rights
Terrify you, lay awake at nights

If you haven't had
your swine-flu shot
If you try to run you'll
Be caught, get your RFID today
If you don't then you will pay.
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Posted: Sep 2009
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Unknown

High Koo

Cast your will upon me
so that I may see
Tell another fable
of all that's claimed to be.

Carve these men into stone
ash to all their bone!
Rape another soul
then call them the unknown

Forsake all who fought
for all that there is not
Skin another child
gain all there is you've sought

Raise up all your spears
trembling with fears
Pierce another eye
they're showing no more tears


I guarantee,
one day they'll raise their fist,
one day they will raise their first
and reclaim their taken limbs,
and yours as well...and all your precious gems.
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Posted: Sep 2009
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StressFree

The Coffee Is Cold

Every day it draws
Nations of hidden shadows marching our way
Crying whispers trembling away

The dreamer dreams the prescribed same
Year after year it’s like a haunted game

Robots pushing their counterfeit way
Kids running astray
Striking fear it sends
Nobody seems to be friends
Threatening and forcing their way

The coffee is cold
I’m tired sick of growing old
The coffee is cold
I’m tired sick of growing old

Royal bloodlines
Approving outrageous fines
We wake up
To the same pale day
There’s nothing left to say

The coffee is cold
I’m tired sick of growing old
The coffee is cold
I’m tired sick of growing old

The world is on a tilt
Damn this system we built

Seems there’s nothing we can ever dream
No matter how loud we scream

The dream remains the empty same
Year after year it’s like a haunted game
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Posted: Sep 2009
About this poem:
It's about our stupid world we live in and to the idiots who we are forced to serve.

If you feel you are in the wrong world---send a shout!
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sabeel

money makes pain...

We need money to live better
Someone lives for money
And others living in money
Others are not aware about money
Someone kills and someone killed for it
And started war only for this
Finally every one goes to end
Which cannot stop by money?
So money will make more pain…
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Posted: Aug 2009
About this poem:
its not good to live only for money...
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Unknown

For the children we can!

The world around us is dying
they say they can help but are they trying
children with no place to live
rich people who refuse to give
humanity is ugly if we won't help the small
it will affect us all
have we gotten so compleasent that we don't care
that we poison our own air
the planet we walk on everyday
is simply rotting away
garbage lines the street we drive
but hey we will thrive
if we are even still alive
if we all did just our part for our kids
they will do what there parents did
if we would stop just talking about it and actually try
maybe some people won't have to die
donate a dollar or don't throw trash on the ground
or maybe return the wallet you found
let's remember we are all human and live on this earth
and recall our childrens worth
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Posted: Sep 2009
About this poem:
I really feel this way, if everyone out there just tried to be the best person they could be imagine how much better ythe world could be. I know this sounds childish or like something a pagent queen may say, but I think it is so true. So many times we allow ourselves to not be good human beings whether someone else makers us mad or that we just claim we don't have the time or money or whatever, we allow ourselves to not be the best people we can be and I think it's sad. The world is dying but we as a whole kind of say, hey we'll deal with it tomorrow and it's saqd. And the thing I think is the saddest is I do it too and if everyone in the world took five minutes to make a difference could you image...The whole world united in one thing for five minute, one thing that would help us all for five minutes....Anyone like that is reality and I swear I am not psycho enviromentalist ( not that there is anything wrong with that ) But really I know I could try harder at being a better human being...Thanks for the time *lol*
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Galactic_bodhi

Cold Fusion

Cold Fusion

By the red glow
Of atmospheric events,
Aurora,
Burning, in a sense.
Eden burning,
Sunlight shining,
Curved,
We are round,
Not square,
Cold energy
Masquerading
As dark matter.
Still, and quiet,
Starlight shining
Cold and vast,
It's soul-blinding,
Small, and
Smaller by the day
Incredible
Shrinking-planet
This I say; cold,
No comfort
Greed and hate,
Cold-fusion hard,
This I do relate.
I cry at night
Aye, I do weep
The rain falls down
And then I sleep.
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Posted: Sep 2009
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CuspofMagic

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Posted: Aug 2009
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Unknown

coo

there was a coo, upon a hill,
he was there yesterday, he might be there still
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Posted: Sep 2009
About this poem:
it's about a coo on a hill, who was there yesterday and might be there still
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Unknown

War Is Bad

War is bad,

Because like, guys die,

And mums cry,

And Grans too,

And like, war is bad,

Because people get hurt,

And children cry,

That's why war is bad
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Posted: Sep 2009
About this poem:
me and my friends have totally been talking about the war in the east and we totally think it's bad. Anyway, i hope someone in France reads this and feels bette. Huggies. ^.^
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