Best Hamstrung Poems

Whom Do We Trust
Written: by Miracle Man
7/21/2019

Every now and then, we all lose our bearing,
Facing days that become gloomy, often despairing.
We only check our compass...

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(sung – in a round pussy willow warble - to the tune of -- 
Oh Where Oh Where has my little dog gone)

With a flam...

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Daughters of Medusa


                   
Grey hair, ginger hair,...

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The Jihadi’s got an entire hour to kill
Hundreds of helpless patrons shocked and awed
An eon of murderous rage until
The long awaited reward from his “god”

Like...

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FATE LEADS THE WILLING
when my life 
my very wellbeing 
depends on the actions of those around me 
it’s a trial to my innate sensibilities to...

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Wasting a Monday morning mooning
Till dawn creeps west in a slowly crawl
Across cunning cliffs of clouded sky
Bade dawn drawn down to noon bye
Bears a clear...

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Last Days



Trembling with trepidation, 
  You count days lived and enjoyed
Hamstrung with anxiety, stock take 
  Time your future has destroyed;
You seem to...

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Harry West was an Aboriginal stone age hunter,
 on the Kokoda trail  Second World War in New Guinea in 1942...



HARRY WEST  of KOKODA...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZYFVC072rJk

One...

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Quintain of: sorrow, despair, agony, misery, lament scoring 
pain
Dolesome drum o'er jaded psyche taps a dark, palling 
refrain
Hamstrung harp bridled soul with dissonant chords 
enchain
Shrill...

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The new pedagogy, such sweet success!
Brittle crispy teacup children abound.
Wan eyes fused to the screen, don’t look around.
Take me to my safe space, just too...

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Jumbled and distractedly jarred,
I awoke beside myself like a wraith,
a spectator to my primal confusion,
hamstrung by the goddess Chaos,
psychotic and frightfully broken.

Drifting through scrambled shrapnel,
a...

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WHETHER GOOD OR ILL

Whether good or ill
just be still
When the ant tries to hamstrung,
Let it know you were still even when the bee stung

Whether good...

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Deor's Lament

(Old English/Anglo-Saxon poem circa the 10th century AD)
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Weland endured the agony of exile:
an indomitable smith wracked by grief.
He suffered...

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I wish I was a Tory,
It would be another story,
So much simpler not to care
Or have to be aware
Of how other folks must strive
To make...

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The Carnivore Within...

Meaty morsels besiege
this vegetarian advocate
yet, the atavistic Jainist within me decries,
egg hen hies his, and lamb hence
carnivorous ache that won't abate
case in point...

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