Best Castigate Poems

6 years ago, I wrote limericks about 5 PS poets. Today, I've posted
about another 5 and will continue to add more...  before 6 years.

I tickled funny bones of five Souper men
So, I gave thought to trying it once again
In the order they replied
My sarcasm...

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I tickled funny bones of five Souper men
So I gave thought to trying it once again
In the order they replied
My sarcasm was applied
As I gently heckled them with ink and pen

First, Tom Cunningham, who "liked my collection"
To femme limericks he had no objection
But now it's...

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Paltry poetic presidential prattlings on poultry playing
  cockalorums chasing chickens, censured to castigate the cockerals,
   tricky tray turbo turkey tidbits tentanize the titillations;
wild wispy winds whisper worldly wasted wiry winsome wiles 
  dancing delights deluding delicate demigod domiciles,
twittering tweets teasing tenacious...

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If I don’t know 
How to raise my voice
Then I should not shout

If I don’t know
How to accept the reality
Then I should not rebel

If I don’t know
How to address a situation
Then I should not trivialize it

If I don’t know
How to be an alternative
Then I should...

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Oh my ignoble mind
why must you be so
rueful-this sorrowful pity
abject-I am not contemptible
brooding-unkind contemplations.

Oh my heinous conscience
dare not
mock me-oh the cruelty
taunt me-cuts so deep
bleed me-I flow dying.

Oh my callous intellect
why must you yet
scorn me-is praise so ugly
castigate me-the pain beguiling
disparage me-oh your brutality!

Oh my derisive...

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Brothers Levi, Jordan, Matthews, Joe and Jedden, 
You were sheer shocked as did Sister Hussein
That even this day we can still adjure, argue, advocate,
And advance active activism for the rule of law stolen,
As did Dr Manuele or Orton Chirwa before this date
Who blustered against the...

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I Cannot Weight To Hmm...
Be Pressed By A Dumbbell

Two fifteen pound
     steely danse sing
     wrought iron dumbbells
     ill-tempered, impatiently,
     and intensely a weight
their turn to hmm... press me,
 ...

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The weeping pen

He invested his heart into his audacious pen
Withdrew in recess to spy from his den
Perceive how this organ could,once you release
Itself inject,usher mutiny in sensual ease.

Bedevil stark reality,delves into details 
Castigate stereotypes,ensnares his preys
Bourgeois,patrons,left,right wings even the divine 
Abstain to kowtow,hearten sense of...

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THE     12  ANNO-DUODECIMALISATION   PERIODS

Wintric time is now  slippopherous and the slithey  snowlerimon
Is experiented  with the newly-arrived  vernality in the air.
His  triple anno-duodecimalisation  period is in terminfication
Which has  megaramifications  and blerious...

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A house divided can not stand. This thought was hailed by greater men but I feel these words need to be said once again. 
Can we not find common ground to be a nation resolute and proud?
Our universities once fertile for debate if you speak...

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Peace and war

Why should the world like a magdalene 
Cry over the war heinous  atrocities 
Abide reaping scores of casualties like sardines 
Castigate fate and disregard unbridled hostilities

Why should the world license instead
War merchants over our destiny preside 
Amble leisurely and upon our values...

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Though Time is something we've devised,
Time's hold on us can't be revised.
While Time has time to spend at will,
We question Time when we distill
It into time spent ill or well.
It's just perception - time will tell.

Time can play games within our head,
It's Time we love...

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THE  BACKBITERS  DIARY.
She’s  a  land  called 
Barren  craft,
Variety  of  laugh  hangs
On  this  verse
The  vampire’s  turbine
Is  double  of  man’s
Heart,
Biting  different  parts
With  just  one  mouth,
Stones ...

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On those flaming August nights 
when breezes lash around, as steam 
instantly ruffles outside the window,
her breath pulses in their dwelling,
roasted by the uproar of such voice 
draining all thoughts beyond reason...

Hushed tones grow inert; allowing 
the turmoil, the pain, and anguish of words
so cruel,...

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It's about how many cars I didn't hit
How many tickets I didn't get

The pale blue sky
Sweet things that make me cry

Feeling great
Not filled with hate

My man
And all of our plans

Our little paradise in the woods
Elgin Local Goods

Precious amazing wonderful things
He continuously brings

Beautiful grand babies
Even the...

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