Blood Poems
I would like to look at the sky
by Mattia Tarantino
I would like to look at the sky, but the stars
open my blood and disturb
the verses on the mouths of the dead:
tonight my mother will not participate
to the breaking of the bread, she will not allow
neither laughs nor prayers, she will turn
all the names down and override them;
tonight my father will not remember
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haiku : hiku 12 : crescendo
by Ghairo Daniels
haiku 12 : crescendo
beloved adorn
skin rips skin, blood spurts air pure
horn hails emptiness
hiku
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b e LOVE d
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Gold and Blood
by Ghairo Daniels
GOLD AND BLOOD
Mantis eyes magnetised her sister’s heart
felt its imprisoned glint of gold
willed it to enlarge into a
lotus leaf upon a sea
It floats on a lake of blood before
dawn turning hot burning blue
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Autumn
by Mattia Tarantino
For some time now the leaves have been uncertain,
the sky doesn't sink
into their dark veins, where the tangled blood
turns down and falls.
This morning a rounding sparrow sang,
announcing the catastrophe.
Wording Blood : verse
by Ghairo Daniels
I word the blood that freed our land
breathing opens minds which are
partly insane
popping midnight blue on cue
splattering palms moist
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Poppies
by Ghairo Daniels
Poppies
I lay in your arms on a
Vacant bed of Poppies
Watching a midnight blue sky
As ancient ferns opened curtains wide
Cathedral upon cathedral
Passed before our vision
Each belled more splendid than the next
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Magenta Blaze
by Ghairo Daniels
eyes dazed by magenta blaze
skin torn by piercing thorn
blood drop tickles zinc hole in morn
she knows her season is done
a petaling head will droop under afternoon’s Sun
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Wording Blood : verse
by Ghairo Daniels
I word the blood that freed our land
breathing opens minds which are
partly insane
popping midnight blue on cue
splattering palms moist
......
Of Greed and Betrayal
by Igor Vykhovanets
The Punishing Sword and the Red Banner
The punishing sword, without red flags to wave,
No chants of young zealots, no slogans to save,
No fiery madness, no cult to ignite —
Alone, it’s a blade with no reason to fight.
Brute force alone won’t make devils the kings —
But wash out the brains of the dull and the weak,
And soon they'll be wielding their own brutal things,
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haiku : hiku 12 : crescendo
by Ghairo Daniels
haiku 12 : crescendo
beloved adorn
skin rips skin, blood spurts air pure
horn hails emptiness
hiku
~~~~~~~
b e LOVE d
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