Globe Island Poetry Book To Be Released

I visit these forums all the time yet seldom reply until now. I've been working hard on my poetry book called "Globe Island." My book has been accepted for publication by a well known publisher.

Anyway I would like to show you some poems that come from Globe Island.
I have selected 10 poems for you to look at. I'll add up to 20 more in the coming days. The book itself contains 120 poems on various themes.

Please let me know what you think of the poems so I can get a better understanding of how they will be reiceved.


Angel Aeon

Atom Matrix


Gladiator

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Barren sun glares down ​

On parch sand​

African slave uprooted ​

From his home​

Confined to manacles ​

Heading for Arena Grand​

Market stalls of fabric ​

And meat litter Rome​

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Pacifist combatant stirs nervously ​

In the holding cell​

Crowd cheers of blood lust ​

Echoes around the pit​

Decapitated carcasses lay strewn ​

In the theatre of hell​

Theatre’s door opens ​

And charmless sun does hit​

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Shaking in terror as thousands ​

Chant a death chorus​

Slave of freedom lost ​

Adapts to predicament of fears​

Born to be a contender ​

He lets aggression become porous​

Gladiator of residence ​

Was hacked to pieces​

Slave shed no tears​

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Many more opponents ​

Challenge him in the Ring of carnage​

To their life removal​

The Slave’s victories ​

Are etched on rocky walls ​

And he gains Caesar’s approval​

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LastHand

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A saloon packed to the rafters with scum​

Poker was in play with brew on the table​

Hookers shepherded gentlemen to iniquity of slum​

Horses waited for their master riders in the stable​

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Stench followed breath as gamblers piled the bet​

Chewing tobacco and cigar smoke staled the air​

Every game hand from rivals was a potential threat​

Speechless as toes twitched with eyes that glared​

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Opposition threw down cards with victory in sight​

The kid held back waiting for maximum shock​

Cowboys touched guns, pre-emptive to a fight​

Billy emulated with his finger of the pendulum clock​

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Kid laid down his hand to prove the rush​

Silenced in the frenzy there sat a royal flush​

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Meat Me

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I live in the free field​

Parts of me exist in many a shop​

I have no choice but to yield​

When I drop​

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A bolt gun to the head​

Electricity shoots through my veins​

I’d prefer a humane death instead​

Then they proceed to scope out my brains​

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The butcher has his way​

My torn remains are in pieces​

For the public I’m on display​

At my death my terror was shown in pheicies​

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I would embrace another green field day​

With my clan​

How long will my kind last​

If it’s left in the hands of man ​

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Sea Siren

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Traitor’s grip​

Commanded the birthplace of man​

Africa sold for a pittance​

For a poisonous divided plan​

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People feared the stranglehold​

Of being born bondage slave​

Emotions sank into the quicksand​

When hate kissed the grave​

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Spiritual land of the damned​

Tremor’d with soul ache​

Minority controlled majority​

Usual fate of heartbreak​

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Galleon ships bulged with piles of folk​

They were heading for captivity​

To wash ashore​

For inbred renegade minds ​

Who lacked moral decency​

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Shackled chains tied together​

Of Cargo meat​

At sea in the Atlantic​

Was the heretic fleet​

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No salvation for despised skin​

To which church’s decreed​

Barbarically treated​

Whispering prayers to be freed​

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Salt sea mist combined the stench​

Of vomit aboard the wood​

Commander shall receive ​

His princely sum​

For being irrelevant to good​

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Song of the harp echoed aloud​

To the sea faring crowd​

A beautiful Mermaid lured them all​

With a Ballard for the proud​

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Shocked, stunned Sailors​

Attracted to the Siren of the Sea​

Thought they were charmed​

For all their hostility​

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With all eyes on spectacle​

All following flock​

Ship steered off course​

And veered into a gigantic rock​

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Everyone went overboard​

And shame was swallowed ​

Up by disgrace​

The Siren of great deceiving​

Sent them to an ​

Oceanic time and space​

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All the hijacking soul terrorists ​

And slaves​

Drowned in the water​

King Trident telepathically ​

Issued an order​

To his peoples and daughter​

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Every immortal of the lost city​

Gathered up the chained dead​

They breathed life back into the lungs​

Via the holes in their head​

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Manacles of oppression are unlocked​

And the slaves regained freedom​

Reborn into eternity of equality​

They acceded to the paradise of heirdom​

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Way down on the rocky surfaces’​

On the ocean’s Seabed floor​

Magical Mer spells excite​

Legs into flippers ​

Forever they’ll remain ​

Deity’s at Soul’s core​

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Taken to a new home​

Of utopian delights​

Atlantis sparkled glory​

Of unparalleled heights​

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Season Tree

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Leaves pile street mire​

Moss spreads on branches arm​

Glorious is flower bud sapphire​

Wilt in autumn temporary loss of charm​

Naked witches tree of winter’s dismay​

Swaying to amuse in the howling wind​

Robin’s nest of twig wonder on display​

Cracked bark reveals sap skinned​

Blossoming flowers of Spring’s delight​

Golden dawn lightens work of a Bee​

Mayflies swamp whisper tree at night​

Illustrious colours blend by bridges quay​

Timber down jolly tree of season​

Stealing earth’s oxygen is liable treason​

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The Kid

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A barren desolate desert ​

Cactus soaked land​

A young isolated man ​

Crashed to his knees​

Scorpion’s sweltered ​

On the heat baked sand​

Parched throat ​

His body seethed with disease​

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The Earth Tremor’d ​

With horses of Saviour’s grace ​

The Chief commanded ​

He be brought a flask of water​

Appeased Sioux bared witness ​

To the potential of a charmed face​

He was to be given a soothing kiss ​

From Pocahontas, the Chief’s daughter​

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Reborn to consciousness ​

The Kid was breathless ​

With the morning glory​

The chief approached with a task ​

For him to become a Little Brave​

All the lies of demonic tales ​

Are abolished with the truth story​

The Kid accepted the mission ​

To send the Sheriff to the grave​

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Sheriff Forlan fell ​

In the brutal bullet blaze​

Billy vanquished ​

And rode into the sandstorm haze​

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Trick Or Treat

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A little child prepares ​

For a nightly spook​

He wears a cape ​

And false plastic teeth​

He readies himself for a ghostly time ​

Out steps Luke​

Something next door lurks ​

Spookily beneath​

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A rattling knock on the door ​

From the small boy​

The tap thunders down the street​

An abnormally hairy woman ​

Opens the door with a toy​

The two exchange smiles ​

As they meet​

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The wart-ridden old lady ​

Offers him a sweet​

He gladly accepts ​

Without hesitation or doubt​

The little fella feels drowsy ​

And falls off his feet​

She picks up the cute Boy Scout​

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He wakes up and is surrounded by ​

Dismembered corpses in the cellar​

Rats nibble flesh from the bones ​

Of a partly decomposed dweller​

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Thanks for reading this far! Please let me know what you think of these poems if you have the time? ​

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