Best Bastard Poems

"All Children Are Beautiful"

His heart of white,   deep shallow wells,   -yet beautiful
He smirks with a grin,  an ego that won't let me in' -he's beautiful
Bastard of beauty,   running ashes without a name
A face with no claim, a young...

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Life is a bastard son, prodding the fertile horizon
poking into places tender, tearing the expanse of dawn
he taunts, rude and bellicose, so full of himself
spewing into the weakest streams, a wet dream.

With platitudes he prances, son of a fearsome father
promising eternity, singing a lover's song...

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The Rough Slouching Beast 
has been born
in Washington.
Upon its birthing
what bastard sunrise
were we promised
to relinquish our souls?
What white dawn
in darkness
was actually
immune cells
rallying
to fight
a growing cancer?
Now that it has begun
metastasizing
upon our national flesh,
tell me,
O toothless sages
of our faith,
what is your plan
to restore
our birthright
of azure, blush mornings
while...

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Like a penny, lost and worthless, woman
mother, and buried within the origin pit, dark
she brought me like a Jezebel into her life of mourning
mistress of the stage and child to horror
born, and off he ran, forced flight my father, loss
the hussy dies but on Edgar...

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Here lies Harry Horsman
2000-2066

Oh Lord above accept this man
please wash away his sins--
It will be his first shower
in 66 years

© Harry J Horsman  2010...

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Love you bastard devil to be; 
I know because I am God and 
you are insect; when before there
was no bang or street corner gang…
you lovely bastard Satan angel.

From sin to speeding galaxy,
I’ll not be fooled….
SALACIOUS BOY!...

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Conceived in earthen tomb
when she was young,
and in our time,
we missed the signs;
old faithful contractions.

For we are doomed
to be consumed
in ashen tomb.

From crust of earth
she'll soon give birth
to a beautiful bastard.

Our time on loan;
from Yellowstone....

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The words beg, haunt incessantly push to be
heard -Dripping forth like a venom- too vile-
about to kill it's own master
Poisonous desecrator

The scream, they push-
I offered refusal and they gathered together a great 
army to slay me,
 ME! Their owner, their creator- their God!

Soulless bastards each...

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She mastered a bastard custard 
His husband was a bit flustered
He invited friends 
And forgot his lens 
He saw a plateful of mustard...

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Born to different fathers they were never that close
But their mother insisted they keep in touch
They never had much in common apart from the love for their Mum
One was drawn by the magnetism of corporate trappings
The other mesmerised by wailing guitars and thrashing drums
 Hair...

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I got this confusion, 
  I simply cannot sleep 
My heart is aching badly, 
  but I found no reason to weep 
  
A news from the men in the front line 
  That the war is near to ending, 
Yet...

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Surfing her parks hanging out at the johns
Playbook play writes recipricated his southside
Invasion rock their dock in red rag love make-up wardrobe ?
We knew of a bit it was your solo show and she really likes her numbers
Makes the _itch feel somehow secure while their...

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THE BASTARD

Oh! Poor bastard!
The end product of
flirtation
Shamefully brought
to the world
By his slutty mother
A dog she is 
Caressed by that
dog-Nature
Father
In an ungodly manner

Oh! Poor bastard
Living a life of
shame
Of not knowing his 
Father
So unlucky he is
Never having to know
the 
Love of his parents
So unlucky he is

Oh! Poor...

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Not every woman’s dream 
 	of procreation 

can be fulfilled;

not every woman dreams
	of procreation, 

her body thrilled.

But loved and lovers’ inclinations – 
	recreation
not 	re-creation – 
cannot, will not be stilled.

until

one day

intervention
bypassed her – 

she –  unplanned –  filled
her womb with him – 

left...

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This poem is written to my “brothers and sister”, and those
terms I use lightly, I must say.
It wasn’t my fault mom ran off with my dad.  That she packed up
and left you that day.

I always felt that you all blamed me, for the day...

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