Best Bulled Poems

Shana Aubrey Harris – 
 whose existence begat by dada and da mama; aye
revel your bursting at figurative seams viz maturation, and know by
chatting over telephone, your aura, charisma, 
   and persona finds me blinking back tear ducts 
   ready to...

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Don't ask me how it happened; I have no clear recollection. I have always had this brazen habit of coming right out and directly asking for whatever I want; I always figured "no!" was the only worst possible outcome, aside from a good cussing, perhaps....

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Recruit Division

I never applied to join the Army, a nice man phoned me,
He said I was the type they liked, with a steel certainty,
Plus he happened to mention the nurses on the way,
And the simple matter of doubling up my pay,
I signed.

So after having passed...

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The bull is coming
What are you going to do?
Are you going to run or get out of the way?
I say not
Face it like a matador
Even guide it
How many times are you bulled?
Too many times
But who is counting?
Do you bull s or is a bull s?
I...

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Every day in school
They would pick on him
And threaten to kill his mom
If he reported them

The constant abuse 
And the physical attacks
For months he took it
And the teachers all turn their backs

The shame and humiliation
His peace of mind and sanity is gone
The hurt in his...

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This is the second half, read part 1 for the first half

July dawned hot, we began to know
That here was something, a warm hot glow

August again, classes to fill
We planned as one, like Jack and Jill

September, my birthday, private you and me
My friend burst in,...

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...With that he kicked his horse in the flanks
and charged towards Thompson and the men,
not expecting it, two of them went down
before they realized he was no longer Friend.

Now it was just Thompson and Stomping Bird
who returned fire as he charged their way.
He felt two...

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...The brazenness stunned them quiet,
so I bulled forth, continued on:
“You raised a thief, who played with guns,
and you’re surprised that it went wrong?

“Did you never explain to him
that living life by violence
would visit it back upon him
by unintimidated men?

“Did you never make it clear that
crime...

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...Baum’s men were caught in a hot cross-fire,
many quickly were sent to the grave,
their Indian allies wisely pulled out,
seeing no victory to be had that day.

The militia just kept pushing closer,
and destroyed the Hessian powder cart,
they charged their positions, muskets as clubs,
the mercenaries began to...

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Why do some kids have to be so mean,bulling on others and love to be seen,walking around and trying to be rough,but deep down inside their not even tough,it will come a time and you will regreat the one that you bulled on could of...

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A Soldier That’s Lost.

Green was the colour of all of my suits,
Razor starched creases and bulled mirror boots,
Focused and steadfast,
Her majesty’s best,
Ribbons and medals proud on my chest.
15 years and 7 tours to my name,
A considerable asset I truly became,
But since I discharged its been...

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The Guildhall clock chimes
Eleven times this special day,
A great silence descends as
The two minutes tick away.
On parade at the Cenotaph,
An old man among old men
(Where did the years go for
In my mind I’m young again):

Not in best battledress
Or even Regimental Blues
But I’m booted and suited
With...

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A mean boy bulled me, then another joined him and there were two.
Three more girls arrived to call me names and kick me about.
A gang now, I counted, and it truly made me depressed and blue.
A duck, a goose, a horse ran up. Owl joined...

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He followed this path for half a mile,
found himself high up on a cold platform.
The trail split, one went across the mesa,
the other went right, winding down below.

On the left he could see clear wagon tracks,
to the right he saw the flickering flames,
wandering to it...

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Beret shaped and brushed
Trousers pressed, bulled shoes,
Booted and suited for
Eighty years old news.
Victory in Europe
End of a long haul
Time to celebrate
And reflect on it all.

Not a full peace though,
For three months more
Fighting continued
In the Pacific War,
Finished by an event to
Separate future from past,
The devastation caused
By...

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