Best Flagellate Poems

Alma Mater in denial
Beckons proof of terrible sin
Congregation gather to witness
Defrocked disciple
Endeavours to catch her and hear 
Flagellate in fear of the hounding.

Girl on a high, this nun in retreat
Hypocrite trying to steal an identity
Image of optical semblance
Juridical Janeass vindicated
Karma until now was next of...

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Wretched emasculated celibate anchorite

(any relationship between the following poem and living persons -
namely the writer of these words ranks as purely coincidental and fictitious).

nevertheless he suffers existential blight
covered head to toe
in black and blue bruises
linkedin wherein
yours truly (himself) did self flagellate,
less for religious reasons,
than cuz...

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Foolish Heart, since you don’t stop
That most foolish rant and rave
I will have to tie you up
And bury you in a cave

That would surely silence you
And let me live in peace
For now you just torment me
And I can’t live in ease

You’ve not given wisdom right
You’ve...

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Dear child,
Do you see the lady in the red dress?
She has eyes like diamonds
Crystal clear, sharp, blue and shining.
And a smile that could
Stop your heart cold
And then, in a moment, bring it back to life,
She has hair that makes Niagra
Blush, and forget her own worldly...

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Low spirits and utter despair,
She had lost all her flair,
Time stagnated !

How long could the wait last,
Dejected heart to the full to blast,
Incurable hopeless !

Sun could not shadow gloominess,
Her very being deprived of happiness,
Hope against hope !

The injury quite a deep and severe,
His vengeance extremely...

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I recollect we would,encircling a fire,congregate
Brew tea and pregnant stories of ancient time narrate
My grandpa would hours during nonstop preach
The inestimable merits of Dawn prayer and teach

Deserting wintry bedstead and its comfort 
Cleansing,doing ablutions and to the masjid resort
Yet would hibernate and for a while...

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Does it mean we are friends if I mirror your thoughts,
That we like the same jokes or our politics sing
A conventional melody?

Does the ground shake (we stand on) when boundaries slip,
When emotional dams burst, magnetic fields flip
As convection cells drift and my South becomes North
Or...

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(alter knit lee titled: vita in oculis nudato)

goo goo gaga I wanna yell
cuz, synonymous 
     with other wordsmiths, 
     or...well
whatever will eire'n burr, 

     a sought after creative 
    ...

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© Ben Burton 7-23-2015

What worth poetic words
Of grandeur so sublime
Inimitable verse
True scholars recognize

What worth poetic words
So roundly demonized
Which flagellate teen nerves
Inure unmolded minds

What worth poetic words
If less than five percent
Have read and said, not heard
The meaning or intent

What worth poetic words
If told in simple rhyme
Elitists...

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                    The beer gardens of hatred
                    ...

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This tale is a human tale,
Now hear the animal wail,
That was a painter of low sorts,
Fewer fines and more of odd lots,
Diminutive and strong,
With a shaggy moustache and beard,
He formed a part of similar looking painters’ team,
They went around office apartments,
Giving them shine and gleam,
With...

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Can I Say More?

Although lovelier mind may exist somewhere else
Does it promise like yours to add spice to dull eggs
Or to flavor the air like crisp bacon than stirs in hot plans?
Though woke senses may flagellate sea of day's birth
And man's mind writes off even...

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How offensive that must’ve felt!
I’m seated after having said this in bewailment like an ox
Not thinking of the grandeur but of her buttocks
Gloriously, as an ambler, I lift the embargo on this thought
Not letting myself to be aghast at the sight of it but almost...

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What The Friggin
Happened here mate.
I thought we had a date
Now you're late
Where's the bait?
I've burnt the steak.
You're a flippin' 
flagellate.
Get off your tailgate
and get over here
and gestate.
You friggin'
degenerate
cheapskate....

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every song, every line scrawled,
of poetry and of prose,
rasps at this open wound,
and calls back your absence,
like a disturbed spirit summoned,
to possess old familiar haunts,
these scrapes and slashes teach,
my senses what is refined,
and show that I’ve lost,
that which was never mine,
nine tenths of the law,
were...

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