Carrion Poems - Poems about Carrion

vultures swirl… jackals howl… carrion flesh foul... buzzards on the prowl ...

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I have this fear that beyond my years Every word I’ve said or written will be gone, Like dust in the wind or seas where rivers end These thoughts of mine will vanish with the dawn. No money or fame do I proclaim Nor legacies of great things I have done, No battle scars or discovered...

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Carrion- BEING SPIRIT INNER CORE- O’ rotten carrion; Being spirited inner core; Whispers to the dead priest, Whose spirit harvested in side dried bones; All so souls depressed, so all alone; Being spirited inner core; O’ rotten carrion; 9/09/1973 8/22/2024 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.1973© 2024© ...

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–For Burns Hanging from its branches, The tree bears them like glorious fruits— Laden with corpses rotting: old and new. Their eyes glazed over, forever spewing agony— All in various stages of decay; Dripping blood from their slick fur. It must have been their eyes, black like buttons, That drew you in. The whole forest closed in around you— But, in...

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(inspired by "Gifts of the Most High" by G Alan Johnson.) The crows know me, and I, in their untamed glares, and wild, accepting, onyx eyes find a solace. No need for ID, for they’ve been watching me, my face, yet unetched by time and life's own artistry, is a passport for their uncivilized and predatory attention. The corvid and I...

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It was my public leeture About man's links with Torture How it seems tied to Nature And an idea to nurture... "Yet, it can't be a culture, Torture like Beak of Vulture, Which Carrions face like Torture, The Final Grant: A Suture... In man it's An Aperture Welcoming Prompt Ligature... "Torture is no nice picture: A Sadist's Acupuncture, On receivers some puncture."...

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The lumps of flesh and bones lie nestled in the rotting leaves littering the forest floor. How long it has lain there seasoned by the rain as worms work through the tattered tissue. She approaches the rotted flesh directly, at a slow cautious pace. As if it might reinvent its self, rising up a demented force of instincts and endurance. She gently...

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Studying the studying staring back - heavy shiney black on the coffin road - I stood in the gods an imposing carrion crow perched Johnny Cash of fauna Studying the studying piercing dark inquisitive eyes scanning for a body - to beak hack Leaving - his panoramic but dead observation tree, higher than me the white thickly splattered heavy branch reverberates - a silent...

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Mornings of great days bathe in sublime sunrise Inspiring confidence and glowing with swathes of hope That good tidings of a magnanimous size Were afoot on the slope Where sadness struts its stuff Brandishing pessimism and nihilism If the going went tough In the context of sadism and cynicism Drowning optimism Whose pride of place I treasure At the expense of the short-termism Rolling in duvets...

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When my chest splits out come the crows Where they land nobody will know I ripped my heart out the scars will show Where they pitch is all in fate Life for me is far too late Observe the crows as they claw and peck their way out Cover your ears to ignore my shout Or sit and watch my blood erupt...

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Through the mists they land Carried by darkened wings, spread Sensing, they await Suspended death in decay Inhumanities now shared ....

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Carrion kings crow callous things in settled twilight cracks; Their cankered queens quote noxious reams down croaking fabric tracks. A patterned noose attentive sits atop a patient peak, Whilst zephyrs drone from Zaire to home to wheeze unto the week. Preachers pine an impassioned whine beneath their teething tongues; 'Twixt caustic lips their worm-breath sits to drain their sunken lungs. Twin...

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Carrion carry the message In flights of dry yellow sun And wind sprays The Ocean of T.V. screens Faces the digital throng Of robots commuting Satellites drift in orbit Each dead white star ringing black -ness. Space. Silent .... Symphonies roar metal Steel the diamonds glass Dog-whistles taste of chalk Outlines of concrete Murder and the...

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Judas’ Carrion Gossiping in such a furtive manner Determined to raise success’ banner Murmuring eloquently in the dark Calumny where there’s no spark, In the coven of conspiracy gather Passing the Cup of Hate to another Greedily imbibing to quench thirst Competing to see who wins first.... To the contrary, let God be blessed: He’s not with limitations distressed When from another we plan to steal To...

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wicked heart beats will tale on you for sure so do not enter through their Cracked door their light shining out to some degree angels of night with true light disagree you see on thee they have an evil eye ...

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