Axe Poems - Poems about Axe

The axe boasts not, nor lets arrogance reign. By whose hand did buds sprout forth from Aaron’s rod? Balaam kept blessing God’s people, was all this in vain? Can man know the might and mind of Almighty God? Man is a means by which our Lord will prod other men who govern this world’s domain. When success is...

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The fleeting journey, The fallen army. They came in ranks, Some fell like planks. They went across a bridge, Some fell over a ridge. They travelled at night, Some things were hidden from their sight. They fought monsters, Some fled on bolsters. They pushed beyond the boundary at the cry of the canary. It was a mission to be accomplished, At the fountain, they'll be replenished. January 4, 2024....

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Its ludicrous in wales today, ideology holds the maddest Sway.' A twenty mile an hour plan, for every motoring Woman and Man.? And every bus? and taxi too? A lunacy A type of zoo.' Thats how i view this stupidity, and it can't Remain..' Twixt you and me' just like a joke, its really bad Thats plain, which be shared,...

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Days can get long when feel like we are stuck in the weeds Extending effort to others in exchange for meeting our needs Yet we can reframe our mindset to help manage through the stress As there may come a time when we look back and miss the mess Altering our approach allows us to find...

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My work is identity The axe in my hand No blisters to bother me As for years I just stand The weeds and the flowers Call me back down to earth The brown rust confuses Destroys my self-worth The tears and the rain Have frozen me here It could be forever At least that is my fear But then I hear singing And love with a twirl There's something...

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The pols say: ‘A soda tax is OK.’ Cynical voters nix them anyway ~ For they rightly suspect Pols just want to collect ~ Behind it all, a revenue grab preys ____________________________________ Between 2012 and 2019 'sugary drink' taxes of 1 -2 cents an ounce on Coca Cola and such were nixed or repealed by the...

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badger Santa was the head of the Winter Mafia godfather of the forest in non-Santa town animals came to kiss the ring asked for favors he was the boss they brought offerings hoping it would be enough badger Santa ran for president he had the worst character traits but the animals were afraid to not vote for him afraid of repercussions history perpetually repeats itself, said...

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The straight forward attitude mine Bestows me a killer quotient fine Wherever I traverse and traject Let there be all peace project(ed)..!...

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Matriarch mastermind manipulated minions rang their hells bells signifying damned to traverse highway to hell dirty deeds done dirt cheap (names changed fo' malady to remain anonymous, cuz they got thunderstruck with psychological trauma). Preface: Upon bitterly cold dawning hours of January 2000, the Harns family (not actual name of real persons constituting yours truly mine wife and at that time deux...

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Prophet Abraham took an axe He smashed the idols He broke them except the biggest one in size He hung the axe around his neck When the people came back They were shocked to see broken idols They said who could have done this Abraham have you done this to our gods? He replied ask that big one They said you know idols can't...

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The moon is punched into the sky, half hidden. Under this mid-summer half- moon a tree is carved from a block of wood; this tree effigy is of course rootless, infertile. It is the height of Barbie, or Ken, as shapely, as slender, and easily held in a hand, as the ax of civilization is held in the...

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Ever gone to throw an axe? You’ll love it if you try. Grip the handle and relax, Standing firm into your tracks, Release and let it fly. Over end, the axe will spin, And through the air will whisk. To the target, caged within, Close to center, you will win, Like darts with more the risk. In the target, there are rings, That circle round the...

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He wondered with horror how so many memories, so many forms to be branded on his skin and engrave there. Then the wet rattle of a twisted throat, and he beats his last breath to his knees, gazed on from above as the wheezing thing sagged, and began on his shoes. One God looked in that one eye...

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Max her thirsty axe accompanied her into every battle. Enemies cut down, sliced up upon approach. She fought for birthright, castle, subjects and cattle. They could keep her mother’s silly wedding broach. Her name was HyMcintha the Gore. Her game? Bloody war. Reputation proceeded her and her mighty magic axe. She would fly into a battle with her dragon Fire More. Fire...

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She was the kind of mother who should have raised axe murderers and serial killers. Harsh, bitter, angry, with six touches of meanness and a horrible sounding whipping belt that she loved to snap However, she raised two unhappy children who became notoriously successful. After they escaped at eighteen, never to return. Realizing life is different outside the...

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