Assassin Poems

Apparently with no surprise,
To any happy flower,
The frost beheads it at its play,
In accidental power.
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Oh, my Beautiful! Oh, my Good!
Hideous fanfare where yet I do not stumble!
Oh, rack of enchantments!
For the first time, hurrah for the unheard-of work,
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He fell, a slave of tinsel-honour,
A sacrifice to slander's lust;
The haughty Poet's head, the noblest,
Bowed on his wounded breast in dust.
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To pull the metal splinter from my palm
my father recited a story in a low voice.
I watched his lovely face and not the blade.
Before the story ended, he'd removed
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Strange now to think of you, gone without corsets & eyes, while I walk on
the sunny pavement of Greenwich Village.
downtown Manhattan, clear winter noon, and I've been up all night, talking,
talking, reading the Kaddish aloud, listening to Ray Charles blues
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AS I sat alone, by blue Ontario's shore,
As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace return'd, and the dead
that return no more,
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'Twas in the bleary middle of the hard-boiled Arctic night,
I was lonesome as a loon, so if you can,
Imagine my emotions of amazement and delight
When I bumped into that Missionary Man.
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A youth in apparel that glittered
Went to walk in a grim forest.
There he met an assassin
Attired all in garb of old days;
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BLESSED be this place,
More blessed still this tower;
A bloody, arrogant power
Rose out of the race
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I wait for you
ready to leap at you
from every corner
at every turn
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HOW very hard it is to be
A Christian! Hard for you and me,
—Not the mere task of making real
That duty up to its ideal,
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There were still shards of an ancient pastoral
in those shires of the island where the cattle drank
their pools of shadow from an older sky,
surviving from when the landscape copied such objects as
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(SAINT HELENA, 1821)


Take it away, and swallow it yourself.
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One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
One need not be a house;
The brain has corridors surpassing
Material place.
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Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart
Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem
My voice unworthy of the theme it tries,--
I would take up the hymn to Death, and say
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When Abraham Lincoln was shoveled into the tombs he forgot
the copperheads and the assassin . . . in the dust, in the
cool tombs.
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Phoebus, sitting one day in a laurel-tree's shade,
Was reminded of Daphne, of whom it was made,
For the god being one day too warm in his wooing,
She took to the tree to escape his pursuing
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You'd never have thought the Queen was Helen's sister- Troy's
burning-flower from Sparta, the beautiful sea-flower
Cut in clear stone, crowned with the fragrant golden mane, she
the ageless, the uncontaminable-
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The correct death is written in.
I will fill the need.
My bow is stiff.
My bow is in readiness.
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The Titan

They say he is a callous narcissist, all great men in our civilizations were self-focused it is what made them hated by some and loved by others We are confronted with a person who only appears when history demands a change, who thinks the impossible can come through
People ask, is he evil or a demi-god? No, he is a man whose vision stretches into the future and beyond, while we think of what's for lunch
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ASSASSINS
BY: Chan Mongol
July 14 of 2024
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I don't be blastin' no techs/ or even cashin' no checks/ but I'm having passionate sex/ with the only woman who can handle my ass you can bet/ layin' kisses down the back of her neck/ and if I had to rate our life, It'd have to be X/ we're like rabbits, I jest/ so let's just go back and reset/ back to when our two dumb asses had met/ and some of the mistakes we made were tragic at best/ but we pulled through anyways, like magic. We're blessed/ It's hard to contain this love even in this massive a chest/ I sometimes feel my mind unfastened, a mess/ and you're right there asking why I'm sad and distressed/ when I find myself thinkin' of when I was an assassin of flesh/ and I've gone back to unrest/ you fire me back up like a dragon with breath/ and the best thing about that is I never had to ask you for this.
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Memory kills time,
as time kills life…

Faster than a paid assassin,
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Femme fatales and those gangster's molls,
Add Nikita the assassin for good measure.
And a callous Killing Eve I dare not forget,
Cold hearted killers who's work is pleasure.
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M-A-S-K//PENTACROSTIC
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He had tough hands and a metal heart they said.
Oh so ideal for an assassin!
He was cautious and enthusiastic,
Walked through darkness like a shadow,
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the wounded will seem strange flame
but the wasp assassin escapes
with the run
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He was a woman chaser and he started to want a woman old-fashioned.
But he fell in love with a paid assassin.
He married her but he couldn't give up his skirt chasing ways.
He didn't realize the end was coming to his days.
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A Sonoran Assassin Bug Is Impaled on a Cactus Spine and Eaten by a Tarantula

This plumage that sprouts on barren immensity,
Capsized medusa with upturned stingers
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