Best Caned Poems

- Colour Blind -         
Aha! The lad has achromatopsua. 
It's incurable and hereditary.          
Then my mother fainted.  
Since there was no cure for this dreaded disease, 
will...

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Santa, I have an important request.
Please don't embarrass me with ho ho hos.
If you'd looked at my face you might have guessed.
I'm serious about fixing my nose.

I can sense you are stifling your laughter.
Your bowl full of jello, nicely restrained.
Proboscis happily ever after,
Would not appear...

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Through the dewy panes
     As my eyes scan through my garden
      Everytime I am spellbound
        My childhood's hideout
           My...

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Breaking down in the heart and mind.
With all regrets that are truly not kind.
Shocked at people are, so painful to see.
Abused with hated and ecstasy.
Violated and directed with torments
Lost of words or comments.
Hatred gushing out of life long experience.
Reminding yourself to become absence.
Coward and scared...

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At school I must have been naive,
for I was told I must achieve.
Add up, subtract even divide,
equations, algebra must be tried,
Nouns, verbs I had to learn,
adjectives were my concern.
In French we should pronounce our ‘R’s’
By making gargling sounds that purrs!
In geography I learnt of places,
of...

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A game of musical chairs has just begun in earnest. A pot and kettle band arrives 
through the dining rooms’ French doors following the Valentine Queen. A putrid pink 
flamingo with a croquet ball stuck in its beak settles it’s derrière onto a fine caramel...

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Happy.  Genial.  Merry.  Jolly
Blottoed, blasted, etched and blitzed
Mellow, foggy, hazy, squiffy
Tipsy.  Tiddly.  Brahms and Liszt

Dazed, zombied, tanked-up, trollied
Ganted, gubbed, guttered
Bladdered, blathered, leathered, plastered, 
Sozzled, sloshed, scuttered

Hammered, battered, caned, mangled
Spannered, mullered.  Half-cut, lashed
Twisted, warped, slammed, wasted
Wrecked, ruined.  Munted, trashed

Liquified,...

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The Ancient mutiny of the Twain

In the beginning were both made
To dwell in unison and not to trade
You abode with each other in Eden
And never was anyone a burden.

The Author made one with the soiling sand
Molding him beautifully like he had been caned
So there he...

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When thou carries the world, the totality of all sorrows
And when you bemoan thy fall that makes you hide thy face within the native hurt- a shadow of death .

Taste ! Feel and See! Shout it out in a loud voice
The door of thy comforter...

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It is my understanding that in certain backward thinking countries
that if a woman is caught sun bathing topless publicly,
that her bare bottom will be caned for the public to see.
Sounds kind of hypocritical if you ask me,
especially if she was convicted of exposing herself indecently...

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I  AND MAMA
I left my footprints in the mud
The mud that was ooh so red 
That to my feet it stuck and...
It got my mummy oooh so mad.
But smile she had to at the end
Because into her life I rained… 
Lots of pure delight...

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IMPRISONED

Who can see me?
Unless you see deep things
I have been kidnapped by lights
They chained me with gifting
They caned me with favor
They pushed me into grace
Victory moved through my nostrils
I am suffering from success
I have had scars of blessings
They hit my head with wisdom
Knowledge oozed from...

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Freudiana

Famous poet Barclay Cruse
curent toast of New York salons
wears tinted glasses and Italian shoes
and composes doggerel for subway johns.

Acclaimed a purist by his colleagues
hard-edge painter Geoffrey Pyle
earned during Summers spent at Antibes
covert commissions from Armstrong Tile.

Junk sculptor Cranston Bold
collects mufflers and I'm told
often edits his...

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I was telling a tale 
Incredulous to you, not me
Of school in the old days 
And how it used to be

Children were tolerated 
Generally seen and not heard
Their place in society!
Beaten into third

How times have changed 
Taking a long look back
Is it so hard to...

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ROHRBACH CAFE

Intimacy.

A place
of shared warmth, an atmosphere of muted shadows and candlelight,
where
emotions, profoundly sincere,
softly glow,
flare,
then wane
until, fully consumed, they are dimmed
and gentled
by intrinsic breezes of serenity.

A cafe
of quiet murmers, hushed revelations
among tables close,
but afar,
where
evening lit trivialities in crystal glasses
are served,
savored,
and emptied,
only to be ordered again.
And...

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