Tag: conflict
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Hills we die on, hail to the freedom fighters
Floozy is our floating rock, thigh-shower Cold shower, grower not a shower Groves of bee-loud clover and smothering vanilla-headed heather Sacred hawthorne resplendent and thorned, adorned with whitefeather petals Every verdant blend abounds, as if one wore lenses of augmented ferns to lend extra green to what’s beheld. Hills we die on, Ireland our zion…
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Clubbing
Head spinning like a car ‘round bends I can’t feel like fifteen Nurofen On the door a mean old sort Take a skinny ass for sport My head goes back like a xenomorph Catapult neck then he hits the floor. I’ve had five E’s I’m trying to blink it out Got ID, pal? He tugs…
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Withstands
Force eases nothing which kindness could not eke out Tender words leant fly a million miles Dismissiveness breeds myriad guiles Force pleases nothing save own strength Thinks nothing of a bloodringed mouth. Like rulers thinks lengths, of holdings and tenure Strength lends itself understanding I am but natural self upperhanding When meagre flesh cuts iron…
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Eight Hundred Give Or Take
The Irish man, he of the Glen We are bogmade not of Fen To us a tree is a crown, and a road sounds like a cow When you want it done shout anois, they’ll know you want it now Liza’s ladies and her quisling spymasters, lorecrackers and invisible inkers Crossed finger across table winkers…
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Conflict
Did not sleep well last night Great din, gungaless, from the parlor Sherston’s mother communing with spirits Young Hamo dead at Gallipoli Did Eliott’s Aeschylus know him? Severely annotated copy of Goodbye To All That Melancholies of a fox-hunting man By war, Men harden Mars the sharpen Bard birther Mary Arden in Angland since Domesday.…
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