Crusader Poems - Poems about Crusader

Batman, Batman Where are you today Can't you see the villain Almost on his way He's ready with his hatred He's filling lives with lies Pretending he's innocent and laws don't apply Batman, are you listening or have you chosen his side You've always stood for justice Like the woman with blinded eye's His manner is so convincing and to the willing his laws imply The ignorant fear opinions and...

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How to prune the heart? Echoing the rhythm of "Maqomat Ras". I trembled with childlike syntax. Monarchs and nobility operated under rules. Faith versus the truth. I put all my mental energy into this. I waddled towards the front door. I beg, proclaim for nothing, and debris splits. Where is the sparkling heart? Rest of high-end dogmatic pegs. Thrones, lives, Crusaders, and Moors. I anchored at...

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And we sat under A gazebo that sat Under palm trees, Standing and smiling At our seashore, Emptying kegs of Palmwine in our Calabash and... And then emptying The calabash in our Stomachs... An exquisite experience, I daresay! The periwinkle-gatherer Alighted from her Canoe that arrived from Upper sea, bending in her Walk, no gratitude to her...

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I shall be a marauder Looting and plundering I refuse to kill though Even in the name of religion? Someone asks. Especially in the name of religion, I reply....

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I cannot focus on the focal point to equivocal, the pain in my memory, to memorial site. The night smells gunpowder in the middle galaxy to summon the smart, south to Saturn where I rest my head. The soup cannot aroma from arrow to victory parade to pragmatism as well as phantasm from the ghost...

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hammered anvil dark heavy with silver beaten head cooled now after the silver sword with steaming sizzle and hiss met with the cold water’s kiss hardened, sharpened, beaten but undefeated ready for battle, eager to be wielded by strengthened and well-trained arm into battle, in to battle, kill and harm defending, attacking, parrying, flying singing sword rings the bell of armored plate cleaving helmets, shields...

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Those heavenly bodies, they'll rend your mind to ribbons. It's true; But first, you must be willing to play the part. Only the blind, deaf, dumb, and pious need apply. You'll sit in your padded seat, nodding. So sad, it's true, and who are you? Lips blue, eyes black. A warm cadaver to be filled. Don't bother looking back, the end of the...

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On the cusp of the night, forged by the steel of his will Poised on the edge of forever, eternally still Patient as time, as the yesteryears mark where he's been Different from man, for the harrowing sights that he's seen He once lived a life, full of promise and dreams as he grew In a world where believing made...

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A masked crusader leapt off the screen and stepped into my nightmarish dream and with a Biff! And a Boff! he fought off my foe from the kind of dream threats we all know and then he turned quickly looked me in the eye and said; “this is where I have to say goodbye!” “But ..but you can’t leave! I Screamed, I Ranted in a panicked...

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Why, in the world, is there so much control? Society is curled, to someone else's goal. Human rights and freedom, are now stated in law, Those rules though, the 1%, still seem to ignore, Guess that's allowed, after a cosy dinner at dave's? This sunken economy, that more taxes will save! We're all in this together, let's give ourselves a pay-rise The...

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Crusader Back in our history of the blest We had the great crusades Men with red crosses on their chest Swords against the Scimitar blades Yes battles fought and lives were lost Religious faith, obsession The same true God, the awful cost Death scythe’d with great aggression. Todays evil ones would murder all Is death now a disease Does hatred of mankind, bitter gall Create such...

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Child Crusader My life is not my own, but a tribute for a greater sake. Striving to make better a world, that children did not make. Giving a child a chance to live, unlike us from way back when. Preventing a repeat of a childhood, from happening all over again. In doing so, is not easy, because harm comes from all around. Hoping to identify...

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What happened to the stories of men that came to see her at night? Some had wings and even took flight to her window. Some were brave and went off to fight. Some had vision and created sight for their people. There is always one though that stands above. Crimson red a heart of love. Often becomes the woman's dove after he's had his sorrow. Bring the man that travels in wind. Fights...

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