Yielding clod lulls iron off to sleep
bloods clot the patches where they oozed
rusts crumble
fleshes slime
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August Stramm
Ballade Of A Special Edition
He comes; I hear him up the street--
Bird of ill omen, flapping wide
The pinion of a printed sheet,
His hoarse note scares the eventide.
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Amy Levy
The Rose
the rose
is dying the
lips of an old man murder

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E. E. Cummings
I Murder Hate
I MURDER hate by flood or field,
Tho' glory's name may screen us;
In wars at home I'll spend my bloodâ??
Life-giving wars of Venus.
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Robert Burns
Upon the threshold, red-eyed Murder stands,
Fresh from his slaughter-house of human meat,
Blood on his broken teeth and on his hands,
Blood on his nails and on his purple feet.
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Leon Gellert
Lines In Defence Of The Stage
Good people of high and low degree,
I pray ye all be advised by me,
And don't believe what the clergy doth say,
That by going to the theatre you will be led astray.
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William Topaz McGonagall
The Incorrigible
The bad boy of Europe,
He stands in dire disgrace,
Crying too loud his innocence
While guilt grins from his face.
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Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
Epigramâ??Thanks for a National Victory
YE hypocrites! are these your pranks?
To murder men and give God thanks!
Desist, for shame!â??proceed no further;
God won't accept your thanks for MURTHER
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Robert Burns
Capital Punishment
PROUD is the state of its millions of men,
And proud is the state of its name;
In its borders are masters of brush and of pen,
And wide as the world is its fame.
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Edgar Albert Guest
Epitaph On &Quot;Wee Johnnie&Quot;
WHOE'ER thou art, O reader, know
That Death has murder'd Johnie;
An' here his body lies fu' low;
For saul he ne'er had ony.
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Robert Burns
What Can We Do?
at their best, there is gentleness in Humanity.
some understanding and, at times, acts of
but all in all it is a mass, a glob that doesn't
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Charles Bukowski
Rehearsal to Ourselves

Rehearsal to Ourselves
Of a Withdrawn Delight-
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Emily Dickinson
The Young Soldier
It is not death
Without hereafter
To one in dearth
Of life and its laughter,
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Wilfred Owen
THOU art my love
And thou art the peace of sundown
When the blue shadows soothe
And the grasses and the leaves sleep
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Stephen Crane
His Wedded Wife
Cry "Murder" in the market-place, and each
Will turn upon his neighbour anxious eyes
Asking: "Art thou the man?" We hunted Cain
Some centuries ago across the world.
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Rudyard Kipling
The Whole of it came not at once

The Whole of it came not at once-
'Twas Murder by degrees-
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Emily Dickinson
Lord Leitrim
BRUTE beast, at last you have it! Now we know
Truth's not a phrase, justice an idle show.
Your life ran red with murder, green with lust.
Blood has washed blood clean, and in the final dust
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Francis William Lauderdale Adams
Oreheus To Woods
Heark! Oh heark! you guilty trees,
In whose gloomy galleries
Was the cruell'st murder done,
That e're yet eclipst the sunne.
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Richard Lovelace
The Moth
TO-NIGHT a gilded moth took wing,
And round-a-round yon wax-light flew;
And, while his flight did her enring,
He nearer to the dazzler drew.
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Joseph Skipsey
Marie Bateson
You observe the carven hand
With the index finger pointing heavenward.
That is the direction, no doubt.
But how shall one follow it?
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Edgar Lee Masters

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