Best Cudgels Poems

Hello people I know
I know the people we are
the kind of people from here
passed out in a shack
with a butt and a beer
or outside in the road.
And the wind cries and drives
one of us to his knees
while the moon lights up
a line of pine trees
that...

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Christ!
A warparty of 60 Shoshone warriors has just stampeded into the meadow
faces painted red and white for blood and death, all sorts of strange designs,
bows and arrows ready to fly on us, skull breaking cudgels raised up,
the woman runs out to them shouting for mercy,...

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Walking along from the public house late that night 
My lantern giving just a little light
My thoughts as I walked, was I very late?
The time unimportant the year eighteen thirty-eight.

A scream I heard, from a far off distance.
Commotion coming my way, do I make a...

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The Jackal's line of demarcation ye souls' furlough for interim...
Today, cockcrows perturb in a gala thrice for thee quiescent stay,
God's Park of Ephemera, sashays the daggled the minder harks,
a chest not in to rest, of dais edicts, cudgels so contagious; 
haughty wheels peddle rashly between...

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Do you wake up well jungle juggernaut?
If the forest wakes up well, it's to me egal ;
if the forest doesn't wake up well, it's to me egal; 
if the tusker has woken up  well, what else?

You that breathe with dexterity,
You that walk with dexterity.
Your...

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feet marching to the heavens
where dreams and martyrs dwell
where freedom plays its fife
in the rhythm of darkness

chains and whips begone
rituals of rope and poplar trees as well
these cudgels are no longer my legacy

on shoulders of the past
this heir who knows
how I counter could be my...

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Society – me ****


Society, the straight jacket of “socially” acceptable mores,
condemning all to a “one size fits all living coffin.
Social “mores”, cultural cudgels of “independent thought”,
ballyhooing the wonders of our differences
until Society’s sycophancy rears its head in obsequious disapproval.
Societal “Class Warfare” – High Society gazing...

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Years have come and gone
Since Big Bantu lay bedridden
After being brutally beaten like the bembe drum
It seems his world is done.

Bantu the man
Now lay helpless
In a forceful recess,
At the hands of the town mobs.

It has become the talk of the town
Of how Bantu was turned...

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...To get back
get back, else
the Grand Probation
fails...

We suffer hale
'cause
We suffer, hail to 
a mobiused Morlde`
of looped
Perpetuity

The wakesleeping
of
Self'sexcesses,
moral absurdtities
redolent of seay,
Hawaii football,
Golf Clubs'
cervid cudgels,
'bout covers
the
covert bases...

Dolmened
"...for nothing but Humanity"
(ainsi a-t-on beau),
said Beckett '38,
'neath a Billennium of atrabiliousnesses,  
glooms interrred in 
sorrows' ignorance
ignorance's sorrow, &
Entropy disavowed...

We,...

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Prostitution at midnight, moon shining bright please...solution
Solution to this torture of these children captured into prostitution
Brothels run for brothel keeper's monetary gain... he's no angel
Angel is this little girl who is forced to work in his brothel
Torture is what this child experiences, her youth the...

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Hurried meetings
Prying eyes
Many excuses
Umpteen lies
Tension and nervousness
Fear of being caught
Today wasted
Comfort in tomorrow sought
No place for those
With love smitten
Against social norms and laws
Both written and unwritten
Only solution, I say
Don’t run away
Take cudgels against
Oppressive society
Just like
Those freedom fighters did
There’s no point
Keeping love feelings
Under the lid
Go, break...

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I woke up laughing 
It all got better from there
Something way down deep in me
Was asking to be declared 

So now I prepare 
If I don’t, somebody else 
Will make it to the punchline 
Of the joke that’s on myself 

Three hookers and a rabbi...

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In Days of Robin Hood

In days of yore,
In days of Robin Hood,
A merry band of outlaws
Rambled throughout Sherwood forest
(Home of the Major Oak,
North of Windsor Castle,
And South of Hadrian’s Wall).

They dressed in Lincoln green,
And whistled in the greenwood glades.
And armed themselves with daggers and swords,
Cudgels,...

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The soles of his feet were gnarled, cracked, calloused shreds of flesh
But tough in their stance as he sauntered and shuffled
On two broken knees that never mended, clicking but muffled
Walking like a misplaced puppet on the master's string
While begging for his next meal, he would...

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We have evolved over the years
As a people with a way of life
We have learnt of a new way
To express our anger at every passing day.

They say you only die once,
But today you have an option
To die and live multiple times
From bullets of insults
And thriving...

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