Best Mangle Poems

“Clap your terrible wings, vivacious serpent of old!
Imagine my plight as dangerous as your spite,
Stomp your clawed feet on these prison floors,
Peace shall always follow the sink of your fangs…”

Silenced were the wailing demons round,
Crouched low alongside such a soaring and broad master
His wings widening,...

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I slept 
then I slept some more 
dreaming of being your whore 
a kept man chained to your wall 
released only for your passionate chores 
  
I will not weep nor beg or succeed 
I will pillage and mangle 
attacking each need 
and when...

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A ghastly cadaver drops, for whose noble sake?
To ravish the grandeur of wildlife
In the thud of night; to mangle
Mother Earth's gift and its life's intent
Where each tender beast moves in a flow
Linking a primal, fond tie with nature’s deities…
But the affinity with innocent children, its...

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Reality, wow what a concept
lifes provable facts
those incontrovertible truths
things that stick out and not fall in the cracks

Its subject to interpretation you see
describing the elephant for the blind
this part the leg,
that a tail, this part a trunk!! Divine!

For reality takes an observer
to set itself in...

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Nexus had not yet reached the other side
When we started to enter in a wood
On which no any sign of pathway lied. 

No green fronds,, but grey dusky color stood;
No smooth branches, but all with twisted knots;
Not fruits but only poison sticks stay could.

Don’t have...

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The typewriters tap,
with a rat-a-tat-tat,
like a fourth estate rap
to provide us the pap
(that serves as a snack with a rat-a-tat-tat)
in a newspaper scrap
crammed with meaningless crap
from the editor's yap
(spewing flimflamy flak, booming rat-a-tat-tat)
after gashing a gap
in the daily recap
with a snip in a snap-
sounding thundery...

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The kids are in bed - there are dishes to do
Some washing, ironing, paperwork too
Children, office, housework, sometimes I think life’s hard
But it isn’t really, not when it’s compared
To my mums, who rose up early and who was never late
Lighting the coal fire, sitting in...

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With a golden nape, that area on the neck’s rear,  
And a silent voice, excluding some chirps and stonks, 
Speaking only to young, or between two or some in flight, 
The golden eagle exudes those qualities that make humans right. 

Flying maybe seventy-seven miles...

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The poets from Yorkshire are best

That’s where I come from – you’ve guessed.

       Though our words can get tangled

       Like your smalls in the mangle

Phew! –  That’s quite a load off my chest!...

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I cannot sponsor a contest but if you can and you are looking for a topic may I 
suggest a limerick contest that requires the poet to base the limerick on a word that 
begins with the first two letters of their name (first or...

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I used to sit on my Nan’s knee; she ran her fingers through my hair
She told me all the stories of when she thought life was still fair

Many a time just sitting there listening to her stories told with mirth
I wouldn’t have swapped it for...

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Uther, the High king of England 
fell in love with the Lady Igraine
Knowing she was married to Gorlois
he decided to fight the walrus

For he was the Duke of Tintagel
that Uther wanted to mangle	
‘Thus he defeated his enemy’ 
and took her, his wife to be

The High...

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The kids are in bed, there's dishes to do
Washing, ironing, paperwork too,
Children, office, housework, sometimes I find life hard
But it isn't really, not when it's compared
To my mum's, who rose up early and was never late
Lighting the coal fire that was sitting in the grate,
She...

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Sometimes faith lives on the edge of a knife
as Sviastoslav the Rus sacker came to know 
The Khazar Khanate knew how to cut a slight
his gilded skull stole the show,
The Vatican went from a marsh to a monopoly
and the Cathay Tang kept up migration flow,
The...

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E Pluribis and Unum Haiku

Pluribus Unum
Did look lost without the E
So what should we do?

Henry Mancini
Drove a long Lamborghini
Both made sweet music.

Did you see docile?
Guy who was an apostle
Sleeping on the job.

Let the bed bugs bite
And will stay up through the night
Trying to get tight.

Oh...

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