Best Cudgel Poems

Sarah’s Story - Mental Illness

Sarah, the “Crazy Lady,” was a familiar sight,
roaming the streets any time of day or night.
Her foul body odor announced her presence,
as she paraded around in her filthy, smelly garments. 
Walking barefoot regardless of the weather,
in her state of mind, she...

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I'm going to try one more time
To write an intellectual rhyme
Some with complicated words
Most of which I've never heard
Words that cudgel my brain
So I can deliberate and strain
My antediluvian brain
To think from a new perspective
Endeavour to be more selective
Perhaps I should keep improvising
These sesquipedalian words...

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Depression is a Nomad wanderer, searching for a hope to break
In that place of heartless, smoke-filled rot where even laughter proves to fake.

The Darkness is a bold intruder, a critique of one's existence, 
And hides in places, corners of gloom, an outcast from soul's resistance.

In...

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Dice, the goddess of morals, asked her mother, Themis
Why there's divorce, gambling, abortion, and alcoholism?
Why should dehumanization, like a Bloodstone, beamish?
Why should knives of nemesis nip the knots of neutralism?

Cores of conscience, like collapsed castles, Themis said, crash
The self within the inner sanctum, like sand...

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Let us discuss the circus alive in the theater of your conflicts,
the Master of Ceremonies cremates caution
in the center of curiosity's conciet
where birds bleed songs of azure agony,
madness remembers the melody of a midnight march
to a shrine built from bricks baste with war sweat and...

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In the sacred river.


I was born into polytheism,
Where Yemoja was the deity;
The goddess of river was the anchor
That held the village to life.

Her shrine was the sacred river
Where fortune was sought and recieved;
There fishing was forbade
Goddess’ heiresses could not be food.

The heiresses were beautiful
Appealing to...

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In the shower of dawn's
Slow daylight, kissed by
Angels locks, there came
A wave of bird sounds, 
Then barking crafty fox

And I in nature’s orchestra,
Amid the fusty scores, the
Sound of waking voices,
Pushed slow through leafy doors	

Then carried these across
The plain and back by echoes 
March, not stopped...

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Blind and numb like death 
dispenser of cudinatis, enemy of 
the masses of mascara! 
Made possible by holy 
wizardry not in white Man's land
but within the enclave of black sentiment!
golden fleece released by mental ingenuity
I fear science! Technology awes me 
in bewildered extremism!
But alas, my...

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Walk here with me
Along a strand of island in the sea
Let your heart drink like a leaf
From this mighty river
That shaped the world's relief
Listen to his name
Hear echoes of white colonial history
The burden of shame
Edging the teeth of fame
Chew it down to the middle bone
Feel...

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Tell me dear, gently
And please possibly
Truly and fastly
Mind and heart concurly
Must  make-up not routinely.

If ever you change
Tour mind and heart must dictate
Not the cudgel of someone
But if that’s the case
To respect it shall commence.

Perhaps loving me
I finally realize
Your vow is just a piece
And never...

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Whenever I'm around you,
my hot brain became cool.
Blood, bone, veins functions well.
Its a remedy to my sickness.

You're more than a girl to me.
You're more than a friend to me.
You're more than a wife to be.
You're more than a life to live.

If the truth can live...

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based on Elihu Burritt’s “Christmas in Germany” (c. 1850)

You find a hand-built chapel among small homes
constructed by children. But what children – 
vicious young ne’er-do-wells from a Dickens novel, 
pickpockets and worse; if not murderers, at least

boys handy with cudgel or knife; petty thieves;
girls just...

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A wild pagan, the wind, a spectral masseuse,
  Blunt cudgel and claw dipped in liquid frost,
To corrupt and ravage the pit head columns,
  As black trees threshed and leaves were tossed;
Slapped against satanic steel mill backdrops,
  Thrust over crusty cracked fissures of...

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Like A Fire Cat - Teaser Taste Of Spring...
Did Fistbump With Ole Man Winter

Once again, this fella alights
this poetaster and trots out weather,
nope not cuz freezing cold bites,
this poetic instance highlights
spate of unseasonably warm temperatures

circa early February 2019,
melting oppressive plights,
whereby totally tubular solar balm
energizes and...

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Born shackled with globe sized
yoked millstone around my neck
rivaling the world Atlas shrugged,
or outsize boulder Sisyphus

eternally obliged to toil uphill
steepest mountain side
in concert with
Battlestar Galactica pièce de résistance
ear splitting discordant cacophonous din.

Simultaneously analogous twin tower
of Old Faithful geyser
Googleplex times Mariana Trench
aqueous oceanic chasm amply housing
Rhode...

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