Best Bashed Poems
News flash
Huge bash
Big fight
Last night
Clyde's Bar
Bizarre
War zone
Chairs thrown
Snouts poked
Gals choked
Eyes blacked
Ribs cracked
Hair snatched
Backs scratched
Throats slashed
Heads bashed
Tossed stools
Blood pools
Ears chewed
Tossed food
Knees kicked
Knives pricked
Low blows
Stomped toes
Dames sprawled
Cops called
Clyde's closed
Foreclosed
Maybe he ate his vitamins and their minerals and oranges and apples all at once again and again
Or ran laughing down the rugged rocks of a ruthless reality
Maybe he flew singing up to the cold concrete ceiling on a chair
Or drank dated dark liquid from a damp factory dumpsite
People think his lungs liked lighting the lily-white smoke they lived on
And I’ve even heard he sullenly slit several sections of his wrists so he could sign a letter
Maybe he jumped joyfully in front of a jeep window that had Jesus joining hands with Judas for prayer
Or pressed the pallets out of the pistol till the pieces pierced his parched throat
Maybe he took tablets off the table till they took their toll
Or cut carelessly into his chest’s cave and coincidentally revealed his heart
People say he bashed his brains out with a baseball bat
And some are sure he sucked in air and sat still till his stomach swelled
I say he lived life and loved and loathed
Living always kills you too quickly.
She stands invisible to any fair go,
Mentally bashed to a paste,
In a world where she is not wanted,
Where she is simply erased,
Where none of her self is accepted by men,
Women distrust her as well,
Where she is politely told to vanish,
To crawl back into her shell,
She’s been beaten and bashed and raped by angry,
Pushed to the fork in the road,
This academically gifted heart beating girl,
Has been pushed right out to the cold,
She believes what folks whisper about her,
She believes the things that they say,
She believes she doesn’t fit into this world,
That she’s defective because she is gay.
They Call It Wounded Knee
I came, I saw, I cried;
To the field where they died.
They call it Wounded Knee;
My peoples' history.
Bodies lying, frozen to the ground;
No mourners to be found.
Children still clinging to their mothers;
Laying dead beside their brothers.
The smell of death in the air;
Pools of blood everywhere.
Babies with their heads bashed in;
To waste an army bullet on them would be a sin.
Soldiers surveying their wicked deeds;
Mugging for pictures with the "savage" breed.
Celebrating the slaughter of the Sioux;
Burial is for Christians, but for Indians a mass grave would do.
Sporting medals upon their chest;
Saying that they conquered the west.
Taking the lives of an entire race;
Feeling no remorse or disgrace.
I came, I saw , I cried;
I asked questions of why.
The people of Wounded Knee;
Could not have life and liberty.
The answer was simply said;
"Kill the animals until they're all dead".
"Let my God sort them out";
Land is what it's all about.
The place where the mighty Sioux fell;
Is a white man's hell.
Once was a place of pride;
The field where they died.
Darlene Doll Smith
Sally, with her warm pink tongue of love
Save from excruciating pain by God above
Expressed doggie love the only way she could
Her fireman savior received her love as he should
God’s love pours out even in Sally’s most unique way
She refused not God’s request to return love that day
Most assuredly her gratitude was expressed to say,
“Thank you master fireman for your compassionate way!"
Sally’s most unusual love by action goes on to say…
“Fireman a special breed, thanks for saving my seed...
Should a man best friend be left alone in a pen
For days on end without food, water or friend
Domesticated, their wild nature having been abated
Mistreated and abused, creatures of love refused?"
Should not all humanity learn to give love as she
Pets give out service of God’s love to you and me
They present their flesh, altho their heads are bashed
Pets provide pleasure, are abused beyond measure!
Sally sums it all up, offering of her tongue a sup,
“Do unto others as you would have them do unto you”
Sally’s isn’t a pet by choice, she hasn’t any voice
Her Message made possible in a tongue from above!
From Sally and family love!
For Contest: Doggy Gratitude
This Poem is Dedicated to and in honor of
our beloved J.J. Especially for her first contest!
"Enjoy Sweet Lady!"
----I thought I had posted this a while back...guess I didn't. Oops. : ) here it is...couple years old.
When sorry words offer but sadness and pain,
When weary thought drifts into the tides of shame,
When heavy darkness fills my soul,
Freezing last embers upon the coal,
The love in my heart burns in vain
It burns in vain, for I can never quite reach
The paths that entangle, while the demons breach
It burns in vain, for I try so hard for naught
My tears in a frost-bitten muddle—construed and caught
As snowfall sifts ice onto disdain,
As afternoons crawl into midnight shade,
As every mistake has torn me apart,
This foolish soul crushed—bashed from the start
The love in my heart burns in vain
It burns in vain, for reality is but a fret
Knowing tragedy shall befall, though it comes not yet
It burns in vain, for I have hurt you still
As I try to escape the furrowing doubts that kill
So now I cringe, and cower, and remain
So caught in your sorrow as I turn away
So sorry and hateful for what I put you through
For as I falter, you are ever true
The love in our hearts burn in vain
Yet, somehow the yester-embers among the frozen coals return
Upon the frost-bitten windowpane—somehow they burn
The invasion began on the twenty fourth of February
When in from Belarus came, the filth of humanity
The world soon got to know of their cruel depravities
Each town they invaded, they were guilty of atrocities.
Putin had hoped to announce victory, on the ninth of may
But strong Ukrainian resistance is standing in his way
Helped by the civilised world supplying arms to fight
Now Russia can no longer claim to have military might.
The west imposed heavy sanctions but the war is still raging
Especially in the Donbas region where defenders are engaging
Putin doesn't care for loss of life, to him it doesn't bother
While sending in his conscripts to be used as cannon fodder.
But don't be fooled for one minute and offer them any sympathy
For many of his soldiers have committed, vile acts of atrocity
Murder, rape and lootings have been committed commonplace
Reports of young children being bashed, with rifle butt's in the face.
Buildings shelled and under the rubble many people still alive
The Russian scum wouldn't allow anyone to help them survive
Mobile crematoria used to destroy evidence, of their killing spree
But evidence is being documented for the whole world to see.
Rebuilding all the infrastructure, will take a very long time
And the Russian aggressors must be made to pay, every last dime
Good will always triumph over evil and one day Ukraine will free
And hopefully in time be able to move on, from that awful tragedy.
To all the would be aggressors out there and especially Putin
The civilised world will support freedom and you'll never win
There will be no forgiveness or a route to save face
Humanity owes you nothing, you're an absolute disgrace.
Written on 6th May 2022
THE THREE STOOGES
With their lunatic style of slapstick
These old favourites made their mark
Bangs on head, eye pokes and **** kicks
Were transformed to works of art
But it's not of this trio I speak
Three more egregious, my aim
On these your attention I seek
They're REGRET, SHAME and BLAME
Undesirables of the emotions
With pretence that your life they will serve
If for living this life you've devotion
Treat them with the mistrust they deserve
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SHAME - the one least deserving disdain
The one who gets head bashed and eyes poked
Only loons never feel guilty pain
Without wishing their sins be revoked
With no shame at our dastardly deed
We would surely be heartless and brazen
Not to wish to repent, fault concede
But don't drown in self immolation
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REGRET is a stooge insidious
A crime with no victim but self
Curbing soul in a manner perfidious
Life on hold, and you on the shelf
Have a few, perhaps 'too few to mention'
You mis-spoke? Well by all means retract words
But avoid a total suspension
And don't spend your life looking backwards
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Then BLAME, there's the killer, life dumbing
Though it may give relief and brief feel-good
To beat up some rat who had it coming
But move on! Don't espouse victimhood
The problem with indulging in blame
It makes another the cause, you effected
Paint yourself in a victim's frame
Can you then be source for life corrected?
13 May 2018
Big fight
Last night
Clyde's Bar
Bizzare
Tough guys
Streetwise
Much brew
Fists flew
Thrown chairs
Pulled hairs
Black eyes
Loud cries
One bloke
Nose broke
Heads bashed
Teeth trashed
Knives slashed
Pecs gashed
Cops came
To tame
Powwow
Peace now
All's well
That's swell
Great fight
Last night
Your arm around my throat, Continued to provoke.
Under your sleeve you beat my face,Was strangled by your arm's embrace.
I soon gave up and that was when, you led me to the car,
You bashed my head into the side,then threw the door ajar.
Around my body you had grasped, both my legs and my neck,
Then you threw my weak limp body into the car's back.
As you called my broher out, to help to lock me in,
you forced upon that 12 year old such a filthy sin.
Locking in that dreadful car yourself and my hurt self,
you turned around, continued beating, till I screamed an yelped.
Finally the only thing I knew, just must be done,
I strained to reach and grab my phone, i dialed 911.
He raced us out the neigborhood, to try and get away,
demanding that I give my phone, Dear God, there was no way.
He then pulled out his cell phone, and dialed the same number,
He told them I was killing him, that I would pull him under.
You'd never believe what happened on that dark an dreary day,
Was it I that got in trouble, yes, my father got away.
The songbirds are plentiful where I live in the middle of oaks
I had four birdfeeders, but white tail deer slammed into them
Until they broke into bits, for they were plastic and did not survive
As they were being deer-bashed against the trunk of these oaks.
To discourage the deer, I bought new metal bird feeders.
It brings in up to eight cardinals, and a blue jay daily.
Wrens, robins, sparrows, and wood peckers arrive before nine.
Rat-a-tat sound on my oak bark; I enjoy watching their heads bob.
My forest is full of tweets, peeps, whistles, coos, and caws
There is a huge the influx of crows, which I also welcome
Playful squirrels are fun to watch, but their fingers are too deft
Daily they unscrew the tops of my bird feeders, laughing at me.
Allowing all of the bird feed to land on the ground, in a clump.
Bottoms of feeders roll into driveway, so I have to drive around them.
A plethora of activity, a menagerie of lively animals including rabbits.
Sassy squirrels chastise me when I come out; thinking it is their yard.
The swell and surge of surf
whispers tinnitus conched
on titanium sunken tankers
that rock restlessly on far reef,
as children play unheeded
building imagined bastions,
nursery rhymes drown
turning back cnut tides.
Inevitably,
sand shifts in an hourglass
that plumb the memory's depth
with rosy pictures in ruby flourescence
like monochrome holiday snaps
stored in old bashed biscuit tins
that mother would open on grey
overcast November soaked Sundays.
All oceans are drowned
by the sea's past dregs,as cerulean and cobalt waves
steer towards safe harbors,
tantalized by tinto tinted sunrises
like a rocking pendulum
that plays a metronome symphony,
playing lullabies, rhythms sound
when der holle rache sings
and the nocturnal queen echoes as the dawn breaks.
Translucently, ephemeral light
glistens on children's limbs,water singing as they play,
momentarily soaked in perfection
as delicate beams dance over their fragile bones.
Now amber-crafted moments, Capri's crimson breasts
waves, nestles close to succour infant swells.
Yet magenta lips pout in rock pools,
the breaking and wombing
of waters now birth new journeys
that drive towards a vortex rush.
Defiant boats chase, turning tides in lucent rays,
navigate between lava laced volcanic outcrops
into distant remembered horizons.
Beneath the full moon's illumination, two darkly dressed
Figures are quietly digging, gentlemen collectors, of the
Cadavers of the undead, desecration's henchmen of
Greed’s loosened purse strings, murders of the dead flesh
Trade.
Grave diggers for hire, the fresher the body, the more
Coin is made, Burke, and Hare always say, cash only on delivery!
What will it be Sir Professor of medicine, or science, large or
Small we provided it all, young or old, care we not, just tell us
Your preference, money does the talking here, sir!
So what will it be than, what's your pleasure governor,
Say these the body snatchers, of Edinburgh Scotland!
Shadow hunters with clubs of diversions in hand,
Tempting the male with passions of the evening,
Alluring co-horsts, walk their living dead victims,
Into deaths pleasure zone, then flee as the fatal
Blow is struck, by their gentlemen companions!
The Doctor you see, pays better coin, if the corpses
Cadaver is still warm, smothered, bashed, or strangled,
It’s all for the betterment of Science and medicine.
These sadistic serial killers of the past, rightly
Believe, and joking laugh, in the cold evening air,
Of this city’s seeder side of the tracks,
We’re doing this for the just cause, of
Humanity’s sake, ha ha!
Criminals after all my good man, is a harsh
Word to use, is it not for the future medical
Professional’s must be taught with the best
And freshest material possible after all, right governor!
Times are hard for the working man, we have
To fed are own after all, Burke and Hare
Relate, so if one unmissed individual puts
The spoils into our cooking pot, what the ####,
Simply does it really matter!
Let the gallows swing high on their reckoning day,
For sixteen lives will these guilty men pay for,
In their dearest bloods shedding, but in an
Eerie twist of fate itself, their bodies will
Go to the same medical professional,
So you see the joke is really on them in the end!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
This is a true story, it happened in England, and these men were
Were eventually found out and hung, there bodies were than sent
To a university for the betterment of medical research!
Stars glare at the twigs,
darkness begins to settle
Forlorn dreams of stars,
moonlight covered them with clouds.
As clouds expressed its thoughts,
Moon strengthens its mettle
Dreamy stars infuriated,
with flares, bashed clouds.
Stars and Moon clashed,
deleted dreams covered by ash
As clouds watch over,
comets ignited so fast.
Dwindling down are sprinklers of dust,
speeding with lash.
Titans collided,
Clouds wept like a torn outcast.
Words dissolved like crystals on my tongue
Moisture filled my mouth, my jaws converged
City lights shimmered in the distance
Wings bashed the air, passed the yellow Moon,
Our footsteps slowly fell into synch
And I wondered, what about your smile?
Busy bees were buzzing in my head
Inspiration came to me like fire!
“Hi, I’m Bat Man “I said, “Here for you!”
“Superhero number one”, you smiled!
I stretched my imaginary cape
Laid it at your feet, “Madame” I cried!
That’s how I imagined we could be-
Me so gallant and you so carefree-