Best Hacksaw Poems

James Hinkshaw

There once was a man named James Hinkshaw.
Who planned to go to town for a jigsaw.
He had hick-saws and jinx-saws
He even had a wink-saw.
But no penny-whinny jigsaw—

He loved riding to town in his rickshaw.
Once he drove there to buy his new jigsaw.
His new rickshaw...

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ON RESCUING AN INJURED PIGEON
	I.
sliding screen door screeches, pigeons scatter
thump of wing against breast, shockwave breeze
more frequent than in the past, shimmering necks
soundtrack squirrel zig-zags, new-green lawn
perches like the pigeons, await my departure

	II.
he appeared in the night, a tattered statue
grey as the rumbling skies, white...

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I wish these were different times,
when I could write about pollen
and bee, when I could write about
silvery moons, and adventurous
pathways on uncharted romantic
sea -- 

But all I can write about is FREE!

I wish these were different times
when I could write of Light
and eternity -- when...

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Hacksaw…

	Obliteration within;

		Scream the shame---

			Make it a nightmare:

		Walking zombie,

	Destroy imagination…

Annihilated.

Russell Sivey

Entrant into Debbie Guzzi's "Something Different" contest...

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Tucked away feeling safe in the notebook's metal binder
Waiting; the pen thinks of the times spent with the poetess
She would slowly, gently remove him and caress the arthritic padding
Maybe even place him against her soft lips, then
Begin writing upon lined pages
Where his black ink came...

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BETRAYAL
Cassandra  in me, you unleashed
I sense in you a sunken moon
You served me a casserole 
Of limping dreams, hollow love
and deaf weeping dolls......
Looming from the dark,
the scary flow of wriggling
worms in my bed and they
Eat me up, erode me up
I sense this feel in...

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Don't let me hurt with these two helping hands again
A lot of reasons Satan gives us. We say, "Don't worry, God forgives us!"
But what excuse could I give Christ to hit humans?

Don't let me run to war with comrades, boots and gun
I'm not saying it's...

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American Gentleman


He’s obsessed with Industry and Commerce:
He commemorates it by sniffing iron fillings,
Masticating rusty nuts and bolts and hooks
Which he then washes down
With a pint of crude oil!

Gas stirs Life in his impious Heart and Spirit:
He roast a steak of beef with a Cutting Torch
Slice...

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QUARTER HOUR PENNY THEATRE


Where is my muse?
When I am a puppet
With no puppeteer
I wore out my shoes
Dancing alone
No strings attached


Scissors on a stage
Cutting a rug
Pen upon a page
Hacksaw in a cage
Sobriety is a drug
Hard to free yourself


I must amuse myself
The audience went home
The lights went...

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The human being
(also referred throughout history
as 'long pig' and 'hairless goat'
in the case of younger specimens)
Observing the anatomy and skeleton,
one can see that the human animal
after death young tender meat.

The large central pelvis and broad shoulder blades
also interfere with achieving perfect cuts.
There are advantages to...

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Agreeable Dawn for a   
  In though a blade 
     No other goal .... "Go just bounce around"
       Every clump made me haggle with fate 
Twinkle in my lips at...

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If you’re planning to murder your wife,
Using poison, a gun or a knife,
You must plan things with care
Or, if not, then prepare
To face jail for the rest of your life.

For a husband, who’s now in the news,
Killed his spouse but left multiple clues - 
Cleaning...

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Saving seventy-five men
Was truly a noble act; 
Doing it without firing 
A gun brought a huge impact.

Hacksaw Ridge is a story
Of the medic Desmond Doss; 
He had played the greatest role
To prevent the death or loss.

Desmond Doss refused to kill
An antagonist soldier; 
Because of his...

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Love and Slaughter
 
Sheep are by a goat while
cattle are like swine, prodded, yet 
cattle go by hammer while
swine are by the hind leg hung
then swung about to spigot.
Quicker, infinitely cleaner, is
the hacksaw of sweet Susan’s laughter.  
 
Donal Mahoney...

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Its chain cut again,
   the demon is loose

Deep into the night,
  she hunts darker truths

The hallway’s back stairs
  her favorite retreat

Until daylight will threaten,
  and her bite becomes weak

Then she staggers back wounded
  inside shadows that call

Old blood trails...

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