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 for direction of travel,
When it appears that life is just about to unravel.

We oft seek out others, and with blame...

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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 bring my side 

if my destiny is to live my final years in isolation 
cut off from the interaction with...

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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 boy hunt deft jais nais sais quois 
firm lickey split tongue
and two bell yule yar pissant 
little nappy ruck berry...

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Daughters of Medusa


                   
Grey hair, ginger hair, dark hair......
All simmering in an inverted jar,
Cooked and fried
Headshrinkers doing serious business.

These avid Girls will electrocute each other
By the charged...

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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 schools, this Orlando bar predictably
Missing the one thing mass shootings lack
It’s no longer much of a gallery
When the intended sitting...

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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 countless sorrows;
indeed, such sorrows were his bosom companions
in that frozen island dungeon
where Nithad fettered him:
so many strong-but-supple sinew-bands
binding the better...

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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 man from Goodooga, black,
 yes a "Murray" so true ...blue.
He carried a sugar bag on his back,
 filled with grenades,...

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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 day brought so cheerfully dear
Soft as your loving grace in my soul
But my might at midday melt my mood
Sin made...

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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 wait with baited breath
  To evaluate what you achieved
And, find with a lot of chagrin
  That forever you’ll...

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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 witness to my scrappy scrabble salads
chasing my fleeting thoughts.
I was an ineffectual phantom weeping 
wounded windswept in the rain,
 a...

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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 flute a dreary, eerie melody wafts o'er drifting 
swain
Melancholy tenor of wailing violin doth all availing hope 
drain...

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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 much stress.

Who will fix what’s broken? They don’t know how.
Fighting for their freedom? Don’t understand.
It's someone else’s job to repair...

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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 or ill
Don't be caught with you fingers in the till
Walk on the right path
 And warn your eyes against what...

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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 a crust to stay alive.
I could keep my privileged indifference
Surrounded by a picket fence
I wouldn't have to own the knowledge
(Whilst...

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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 being on the horns

hoof ah dill ham ma, neither willing,
nor ready to abdicate
nagging, succumbing, and writhing,
asper Pavlov's dog salivation,
Ike hen...

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