Best Flaying Poems

I don't know what came over me that day - an instant of weakness after years of resistance, I suppose.

My beaming spouse leads me, a dog on a short leash, into the forbidden citadel, the sanctum sanctorum of feminine fastidiousness, the dreaded nail salon.

As we...

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Waking
Slumber
Another day
One more to sway

My eyes are red
My hopes are dead
I live in dread
In bed

Another day
Another one
Another breath of putrid air
Why

Interludes
Softly mocking me
Musicale morticians
Playing with my mind

Oneness
Nothingness
Meaningless
Vodkaness

Swimming in tears
Arms flaying in past races
Symphonies sounding grandiose themes
I am one with death and her piano keys

I sit...

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“The Fallen”



Remote,
he sees himself 
in the reflection of cold close 
yet distant shop windows, 
his final journey along the 
Hard Time Road
walking alone, 
unforgiven, no home
for the rest of his natural life 
a million knives 
embedded impeding 
words wrapped around him
all bleeding 
lacerated unseen,
invisible to...

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In those final moments
before you breathed your last
all you heard
was spat out at you in hate
insults inflicting wounds
deeper than the nails
that riveted your body
to that cross

Out of eyes
swollen almost shut you saw
the ones you’d come to save
foaming at the mouth
in a rave
no time to swallow...

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The surgeon generals 
are scalpel meeting once again
Fear doktors of war
are planning to raise another mar
on Earth’s topographical skin

Pigmented epidermal cells
are being prosperity lullabied put to sleep
under the celestial lights
Souls with eyes and minds closed — 
their ears tingle lustily, 
hearing cash pillow talk on...

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Across the ridges, flats and ranges, in print, on radio and stages,
you may hear this tale wherever you may go.
Sometimes a stranger may confide, about that famous ride,
in the rodeo at Mildura's annual show.

For a Brahman bull, a tear away, meant for the rodeo this...

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I laugh as I think of it now, the dire warnings of hell
Nothing could scare me it didn’t matter, on this teaching I never did dwell.
I wondered why one dark night, again begging for sleep.
No fear of death of dying no foolish promises to keep.

It...

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His back is turned to her.
Head bowed, shoulders slumped-
Ears muted to her stinging words-
Heart numbed from excess abuse.
Though once addicted to it, to her.

Her flaying arms and forced tears.
Bitterness flowing from her petite frame.
Ripping through the air-
The target of her hatred
Once fueled her passions and...

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Stop harassing me with your hate
Stop flaying me with your frustrations
Stop inking me with your insecurities
Stop cutting me with your cruelty
Stop lacerating me with your lies
Stop searing me with your satire
Stop abusing me with your anger
Stop battering me with your brutality
Stop degrading me with your...

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I ain’t a doctor and never will be,
but one night I got into hot water,
I was trying to help but it didn’t help me,
the night a young wife had a daughter.

And it all began with a sunset,
and me underneath a palm tree,
cutting some fronds off...

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like a grain of sand..


flied from the land..


settling in my eyes.


A lot of tears can,


remove you easily again,


then the pain will be removed.


What a wonderful band..


taking my little hand..


telling me to sway.


The Smell of the flowers..


is holding me for hours..


flaying into the sky.


What a wonderful...

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What comfort, lighthouse, in this automated age?
No welcoming glow from cottage windows,
no friendly keeper brewing tea,
just a cold white beam flaying the night.
    
Lighthouse, in deepest dark you stand a watch
as lonely as mine,
both turning vacant eyes to an uncompromising dawn,
both lonely daymarks...

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Frightened of memories fading,



Early morning,

sunlight caressing the face

introspection at the reflection 

in the Brahmaputra river 



Afternoon, 

sweet aroma of the red sand

and green on the countryside

struggles flaying arms to swim 

across the blue waters by Narasimaswami temple 

while religious, in prayer my hindu hands together

in...

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Purging, surging, my body heaves
Flaying, slaying imaginary dragons
Swarming beasties inside my pores
Those nasty little invaders, 
Those horrid thieves
Have infested my frail body
The one my nemesis abhors 

Lurking, smirking the dark one hovers
Smiling, beguiling he offers up angels
Soothing hungry desperation
Those soft enticing creatures
Those sweet lovers
Are surging...

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Let my words bring on the darkness
May my words wrap you in shadow and scrape the inside of your skull
Scarring my beautifully sadistic scenarios on the inside of your braincase
Let my words coat you in darkness
Your nightmares are child's play compared to my twisted creations

Let...

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