Best Lobbed Poems

Every year our community gets together at the annual church fair. This year they have changed the format with some new events and dropping some of the old events that appeared a little dangerous. How dangerous to the community could rabbit trap throwing be.
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Mum arrived...

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On an early morning walk along the shore
I pondered thoughts about the ocean floor
What treasures are buried beneath its sands
Amid corals, anemones, orange sea fans
I wanted a key to unlock the seabed's door 

On the crest of a wave, what had been carried
bobbled and lobbed,...

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“Every wall that would entrap me has a door that would free me. And I languish because the fear of freedom often leaves me preferring the familiarity of the wall.”               ...

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a midnight surf
wet, wild and cold -
the October moon

wolf’s fiery eyes
a blood red -
howls to be fed

at the mercy of
the pike -
scarecrow in the corn

sable kitten
opens one sleepy eye -
they’re afraid of him?

purrs peacefully
in his black silk coat -
laps at moon’s milk

the homeless gourds
in shadowed...

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TORPEDOS’ NAPALM

T remors shocked the penguins of the Arctic Circle.
O rbital the water lobbed in the ocean.
R otating in a circumnavigating format
P enguins dangled high in the air.
E stablishing that quavers do manifest in cold weather,
D issolving the water into a formed ditch.
O nly the...

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Seventy years ago today, brave men stormed the shores of Normandy.
They answered the call to arms to protect and defend our precious liberty.
Some didn't reach the shore - they lay cradled in the sea's cold embrace.
Blood that once stained that hallowed place is now cleansed...

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yea tis history - that end gin shelled a mesh by mit Romney wailin
such below figurative belt mortar attack subterfuge and constant railin
 per accusations hurled at barack Obama presidential campaign
lobbed like scud missile grenades from invisible hand no longer m palin
in comparison and hence...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s Twentythird Legal by T. Wignesan

Le vingt-troisième légal

pendant la guerre le peuple devient obéissent de nouveau
plein du respect (et) de la confiance les enfants naïfs dans la foi
la gouvernance nécessaire     la responsabilité perdue
des serviteurs loyaux   ...

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Pennies, nickels, dimes and quarters
A pocket full of change
Cast into a well of hopes
For wishes we exchange

Some will wish to find true love
Others for fame and wealth
The young may wish for a longer life
While the old wish for health

Friends may wish to ease the pain
Of...

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It is a final long dreamed for by the organisers...
It is a final matchup between the top 2 contenders...

Here in this for off island of Borneo, 3 days of frantic matches...
Will end with this crucial final match to determine the worthy champion...

The top seed, there...

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speaking severe nasal sounds, 
   when exhalation boyhood memory draws
obvious twang – another ace in the hole for bullies – 
   gnashing identityguard where gauze
superfluous, and those hurtful ingrates lobbed words, 

   when they may as well swang fists...

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Democracy hating, dictator loving,
media baiting, neo-Nazi hugging
... Duck! Donald
I heard someone in the rally crowd cry,
then I saw a blurred object come flying by
Someone lobbed a hard truth brick,
and hollered, start building your wall with that
I believe they were dressed in Antifa protest black

Bankruptcy deal...

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Emotional fatigue courtesy exhaustive vituperative harangue...

Lobbed and unleashed upon the heads
of (yours truly and the missus)
so called selfish "monsters."

The evening of Wednesday April 19th
witnessed us (birth parents of our first born)
weathering blistering telephonic brickbats.

She (unnamed eldest daughter)
spewed venomous bilious froth
across aforementioned medium
encompassing quite a few...

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Recluse by dint of circumstance

Proud anonymous troglodytes 
forerunners of mine
confronted threats less horrific
than forty fifth commander in chief
of United States of America.

He/him (matted hair, ratty, scrawny, 
and tetchy ugly villain)   
scurried into dark recesses of hermitage
averse to cavort, frolic, inure himself
into the duplicitous...

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Modern migration and intermingling of races and cultures has trashed ancestry.
The world has become a mishmash, a hotch-potch
    as cultures and languages fuse, blend and meld.
Knowing your origin and roots now means very little now
    as what was there...

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