Best Caned Poems

- Colour Blind -         
Aha! The lad has achromatopsua. 
It's incurable and hereditary.    ...

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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...

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Through the dewy panes
     As my eyes scan through my garden
      Everytime I am spellbound
 ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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-...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Like a spell with no remedy
The strong movement of the wind 
Accosted by volcanic ceaseless water 
Stuck and struck endlessly
It held grip to all that...

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