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"tars" poems
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Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 11:49 AM UTC
Sundown
. I nfinite S tars I nfinite S pace Her lithe and arched body protecting her child. Earth. Holding hands with her sister, the twin Goddesses of Truth. Her name stolen by the liars, Her glory tarnished with the blood of the innocent and brave. So, who's voice will be Her hero? Her modern lover. Champion. Her contemporary pharaoh? © Pagan Paul (13/06/16)
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Dec 22, 2016
Dec 22, 2016 at 6:29 AM UTC
Reclaiming The Goddess
after Gwendolyn Brooks Last night we got fried While you stayed inside. Can’t say we tried. What’s your excuse? Tonight we drive cars Drunk to bars. You’re stuck in the tars Of that **** Spanish. We’re good to go You repeat “No.” What a great show bare-breasted ENCORE! Have fun retiring We’ll be expiring Our children perspiring At the thought of us leaving them nothing.
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Sep 23, 2011
Sep 23, 2011 at 3:59 AM UTC
Jim Morrison made us deaf last night
Youths, the sight of thy pants menacingly looming over the waistband of your ill fitting trousers doth not fill my heart with joy this fine afternoon. Nor doth the stench of your rancid marijuana which oozes from your pores and combines with your ever present lynx masked body odour. I see you stroll with all the grace of a strategically shaved ape, as you migrate with your "Fam" to linger like wastrels outside the Spar in the hope of cheap cider, stolen smokes and easy girls... And I wonder at the devoid nature of our future while it rests on your rounded, work shy, knuckle dragging shoulders. I fear the brush thats tars us all.
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Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 9:34 AM UTC
Talking 'bout my generation.
Breathless is the SEA — Wild her eyes, and brash her cries, Unforgiving, SHE. Far-flung from the lea, Men have yearned to hear her sighs, Breathless is the SEA. Beckoned from the quay, Ships endure her fall and rise, Unforgiving, SHE. Unto each: The Free, The Poor, The Slaves, Wealthy, Wise — Breathless is the SEA. Jack-tars fear her Fee: Eighth-bell tolls for their demise, Unforgiving, SHE. Ever SHE will be A mirror to heavenly skies — Breathless is the SEA, Unforgiving, SHE.
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Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 8:54 PM UTC
The Breathless Sea
I have written poems that hymn their love of mute birds And poured the stars into their palms I have burned their feathers into words That shone like ember in your jars I thought these birds were your guardians And you'd succumb to my merciful massacre I haven't realized it was obvious That you were nothing but a traveller I have written poems that hymn their love of hummingbirds And sprinkled salt on their scars I have turned their chords into pearls Crimson-blooded and tars I thought these birds were your audience That would succumb to a wrangler Now it is clearly obvious That the letters of your name And the venom of your face Are but a constriction that is vascular
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Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 2:41 PM UTC
The Massacre
tires and kerosene rubber to skin here eyes speak of death and he's the willing victim fist and stones tars and feathers a shameless walk for the heart he chose mob marching rope's burning vultures waiting the world is hers for the taking skulls and bones tears and moans the guilty screams for the burning love untold
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Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 7:12 PM UTC
pyro lynch club
You’re a smack down Kick-around, clueless clown That tells unfunny jokes And runs with the blokes That put up with your antics And your busted semantics Because they think someday Things might swing your way And they can profit by association With a human abomination That enjoys investing atrocities With scarifying velocity On the halt and the lame; Running opportunistic games On those who cannot defend; World without end, amen. But heaven forfend That you might have a friend Who seems a holy prophet But does not seek for profit And acolytes to their cause; A bogus Santa Claus Who leeches from the people In his church without a steeple, Just microwave towers Sprouting like ugly flowers To spread out the message So we can read every passage That boil down to a sermon To send money to this vermin Your bund proclaims a messiah When he is really a pariah Nobody has yet recognized He’s so well disguised. But, be aware, polecat Some know what your at And what you are doing I nothing more than accruing That which you can bank. You have nobody to thank For the outcome you inherit From the outcome you assume When your calumnies bloom Into the realities that appear When the truth draws near And tars and feathers you And when your victims do What they should have done along Was reject your ways gone wrong And found a rail lying around To ride your **** out of town.
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Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 1:34 AM UTC
ARE YOU LISTENING, TINHORN?
Stars shine in the sky forever and ever They glitter and glow and never quiver Always do they light up the dark Returning the earth to light it moved from Your love shines in my heart forever and ever It glitters and glows and never quivers Always do you light up the dark Returning me to the light I moved from You are my star. Never fade away.
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Aug 18, 2010
Aug 18, 2010 at 7:59 AM UTC
Stars
Chariot brimful of Gold Horse drawn from a realm of Rainbows for us to Hold. Ivory tower of felicity that culminate in Stunning memories to be told Till the sun to the skies toils no more, and Moon's iredescence secrets doth unfold, And all Heaven's mighty effulgent Stars  undress no more us to behold. ©Kikodinho Alexandros Jumeira, Dubai 19th December 2016
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Dec 19, 2016
Dec 19, 2016 at 1:35 PM UTC
CHRISTMAS (ACROSTIC)
"R adiance of a mullbery moon, O palescent splendiferous hues S tars sprinkle on high upon E arth's eternally dewy roof." ©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros, Los Angels, California, USA. 29th/Nov/2018. #musing at the rose flower.
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Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 10:40 PM UTC
Rose (Acrostic)
..............................Soft                           feathers               still tickle          me long        after           the       tars        gone
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Aug 30, 2012
Aug 30, 2012 at 3:53 PM UTC
Time served...(10w)
This a message to those who can't speak, To those who haven't eaten in a week. To those who cry late into the night, To those who lie and say they're alright. To those who want to die, To those who tars trying not to cry. To those who can't breathe, To those who cover scars and cuts with their sleeves. This is a message saying, "Just hold on, At least one more day, Things can't get worse anyway." This is a message saying, "Believe in yourself, believe in hope, You don't have to be a saint or pope." This is a message saying, "I haven't met you yet, But I care, So stay long enough so we can get there." Oh this little message of mine, Is to remind you that things will turn out fine. Just hold on, And the pain will soon be gone. Just be here, And I shall guide you off the oath of fear.
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Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 2:24 PM UTC
The Message to Stay
Battered, broken, bumps and bruises A cracked perfection...... Still burnt brighter than the sun, Was still as placid as the moon Despite all unknown unannounced disasters The dark night, barking dogs and howling owls She had a touch of the entire world, Even though filled with toxins and tars Also the reminisces and all those plastic memories Hid under cloths were maps to places, nobody knows... Were the scars on the skin, scars on the soul Scars on the outside, scars that bloomed from the within Finding ways from those dreamy eyes to that pointed chin Told stories of her existence; Some unheard, some unwritten and some totally unseen..
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Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 9:46 PM UTC
Scars
In the cove where sea lions do dwell there be Saline Sams thirty gunner most of his jolly tars are in bars So by the moonlit night to guide us up by his hind we crawl we mean to take out her masts and give her fifteen shots broadside As we finish with his ship my boys move to port and with cannons blazing we blow to smithereens the inn Then by dockside we alight and with glee carry on the fight we slice and dice till non are left not Saline Sam, or his salty sea dogs By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 7:56 PM UTC
Saline Sam The Salty Sea Dogs
Sing me a song of a sailor gone wrong and I'll show you a song of the sea, where pirates walk planks with no thanks to the skipper, a crew full of cutthroats, Jack tars, jack the ripper and grog for the boys who sail wild on the main to nail them rich galleons, poor Philip of Spain. Sing a song to me, sing me terror on the high sea and we'll all fall at Newgate, we'll swing for these crimes but these are the times of our lives. Sing me a song of a sailor gone wrong and I'll sing you a song about me.
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Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 4:50 PM UTC
Shipmates
I shall never forget Where you came from All the Way back Never will I let you go Together is where we belong Under the night sky we lay Stars shining oh so bright This is what I need On this night, here with you Be careful my mind said Even though my heart disagreed Forget the past Only remember the future Real is finally what we are Even all the **** we went through Vividly play in my mind Everything got us here Remember forever that I love you
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May 10, 2011
May 10, 2011 at 2:59 PM UTC
All the Way
*I drink from the beautiful bottle on my table I drink myself dizzy whenever I am able I drink at anytime for I have no time table I drink even from the oldest of the fables I drink from the moon and sparkle of stars I drink from the past wounds and my scars I drink from the road and sweet smell of tars I drink from these deadly monsters we call cars I drink from the serenity and the fights I drink from the days and the nights I drink from the loyal and venomous fights I drink from ambient and picturesque sites I drink from the leaves swaying in the wind I drink from the beauty of dawn I can't rescind I drink from the sweet bitter past I can't rewind I drink from the visible even when I'm blind I drink from the chapters in every book I drink from the broth that I cook I drink left, right and everywhere I look I drink the wines like I'm a duke I drink from the clouds pacing in the sky I drink from the wings of birds as they fly I drink from those chocking in suit and tie I drink from every truth and beautiful lie I drink from the scented and from the stink I drink concentrated inspiration whenever I blink I drink from the pieces for art is my ***** I drink and drink even while I think I drink*
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Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 5:03 PM UTC
I drink
I love jam tars it was so jam, the jam was so tars I loved them :) and I <3 fruit juice
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Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 4:55 PM UTC
jam tars
You never told me the fires of hell burn black? But you told me to stay out of the darkness. Remember I laughed fool hearted at the proposal that anything ethereal could frighten me ... You told me you were a monster and I shouldn’t bother “Maybe Im the demon whisperer baby.” We both giggled knowing the treachery I was wading in. Now the horrors that flash across my mind in every heart beat. The thick tars of hell coursing through my veins Burning my flesh from the inside out ripping at the last shred of sanity.. The barren wasteland where the reapers no longer even wander. I see you there in that hell Scorching red hot breeze you breathe like a hell born I taste the screaming of 700 million lost souls Left to eternally wallow in this putrid encasement of grey But you’re still standing Composed, almost smiling “I told you it was worse than nightmares here.” Every shadow of every doubt eats through my scull It is the pain of a million births and deaths over and over An you stand there composed... “You were born for this warrior woman.” The beating in my chest steady This rhythm is all that humanity left us with I will sing here some day I will roar on ravaged and ashen remains of life. It will be a beautiful morning in hell.
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Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 8:20 PM UTC
Morning
Hard to sleep way too much on my mind The truth keeps me from going blind I respect you at your worse while you hate me at your best Disrespected by kids who's parents are no better Everyday is a fight but much more needs to happen I'm trying to do right others attack with a vicous bite They hate me my turn to stand in the spot light I need someone to talk to no one around so I turn to writing It's my freedom it gets out the crap that tars my heart from heartbroken to family dysfunction I've experience the worse the world has to offer I'm ready to do well focus on to better but end up in the same spot or come up short for my efforts
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Mar 30, 2013
Mar 30, 2013 at 3:15 AM UTC
Strain
The hidden dawn, it is creeping behind my back, like a nefarious fawn, ready to leap and attack. My skin holds all the scars, the ones that we endured together, no matter what tars, we promised to be forever. Save me from this insanity, it's eating me away, my friends and family, they have gone astray! I walk down this hall once more, I look behind me and see a figure, his face holds memories of gore, and I just run away from this fear. I can't escape from this hell, he knows my every move, I trip and look and at that moment I could tell, it was me in front that stood. Save me from this insanity, it's eating me away, my friends and family, they have gone astray! I finally realize and start to laugh, it creeps inside of me, it's divine hatred is a craft, until I can no longer see.
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Aug 9, 2010
Aug 9, 2010 at 6:59 AM UTC
The Other Me
My rib cage bruised over time, It cannot endure any longer. One bone after another, Breaking- Rougher and rougher. Enormous feet, Stomping my heart, A giant tearing it apart. Lungs such as mine, The Reaper finds them Divine. Breakfast of charcoal, Supper of cigars, My veins- Dipped in the blackest of tars. Lonely, I seem to be, But unlike most of you, At least, I am free.
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Oct 12, 2022
Oct 12, 2022 at 3:12 PM UTC
Freedom Served on a Carbon Plate
While four hauled on ropes with all their might to heave the vessel the rest of us pushed as hard as we could for it to slip, over rolling wood stems of nearby centenary trees, cylinder boles cut collected and positioned neatly on the beach. Feet sinking in sand scorching skin for what could have been the last time, ingenious procedure to ****** the mended old ship at sea, once more to sail where winds would blow her, hope would lead her. Little did we know the two would take us far into nowhere abandoning tars to the mercy of blistering quiet. No gale no direction other than sudden calenture affecting all the crew the captain miles away from any coast under hallucinogenic revelations delivering abreactions unexpected introspection resulting in acquaintance with self. Until storm was greeted with joy mouths wide-open like kids sticking tongues out to seize drops of unsalted fresh water after seven days of compulsory *** depletion. Invigorated a new battle introduced its imminence, waves as high as ancient temples were the rival faced while lowering sails to survive unwilling to surrender yet searching for land through reluctant biting lashes until, the last billow we saw captured us and closed our eyelids, forevermore.
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Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 6:11 AM UTC
Calenture abreactions
Morning comes in screams in our capital I wake and gaze out of my bedroom window it never just rains it pours in Storm city central tel bots flicker their discontent fighting the winds it's funny how much those machines complain most think them just glorified street cleaners it's a bitter reminder of the civil unrest that now tars our land into the dark realms It's time to go to the war office so I shower and shave then put my uniform on just then comes a proximity alert someone is coming to my door with gun in hand I creep down the stairs this could get messy especially just after dressing Slowly I open my apartment door but there is no one to be seen then I look down by the stairs on the ground a dead red rose lays there I grab some gloves and then pick it up on the burnt stem is the message, Storm In A TeaCup I drop the rose in utter shock and some pity as it's rebellion time in this our storm city By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 11:00 PM UTC
Storm City