Best Hatchets Poems

Nobody ever forgets where he buried the hatchet. ~ Kin Hubbard


You bring the hatchet
          each time
...

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We are bouncing and prancing and living our truth.
We are the old women of Southside Acres McGuth.
We have bats and hatchets and know how to...

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The tulips and the marigolds were in a gun battle today.
Queen of Tulips was mad for her latest slave Charlie had run away.
She started the...

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THE CLOWN

The entire world loves a clown,
But wait until they get a load of me,
Is what the faceless figure under the mask
Says, heckling with laughter's...

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Hannah, I haven't seen or heard you cry
not in the gray of winter day
or in the cold silence of our prisoner nights,
the others can hardly...

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Facing facts was never where he excelled:
avoiding them, he flitted, like a blind bat
guided as by sonar past obstacles
crowding the dark cave of his existence.
Still,...

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I, ex-conservative, do swear
The liberal view beyond compare,
Obama’s term, all heaven knows,
Like sweet lush grass between our toes,
Conservatives of good intent
As rare as bread from...

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UndefeaTed.  A Boxing Lesson.

A friend, off the Vineyard,
wrighted a ship.
And, perhaps himself,
and certainly the worlds ‘round him.
His words were fashioned, shipshape and watertight
as were...

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Tears after Fears….By Kones Kipkoech

The church, the police station,
The mall, the school, the airport,
The bus stop, the market,
Even the State House
Everyone lives in fears,
Which soon...

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We had been married thirteen years. 
We had two daughters aged four and one year old. 
I had no idea what she wanted to talk...

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slivers of gold sifted out
glints of sunshine
cutting through clouds
only for moments
we traipse through thick thorny vines
grabbing around our ankles 
each day falling into holes
of kids...

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I lay crying in the woods,
Bloody knees and a broken nose,
The rain is falling washing away some blood,
My hair is knotted and filthy with who...

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We started going house to house and freeing all the 
slaves, then killing all the white folks left with 
hatchets, knives and chains,

we only used...

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The concrete and plastic, chrome domed
bricked up auditorIum rang
like a hollow bell,
a meager few red skins circle the stadium seats
like smoke from a mythical “peace”...

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the argument started like the lighting of a fuse
embers of an ongoing conflict spanning years &
the fact remains, at this age, neither of these family...

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