Best Pummel Poems

Your hat hangs limp and still with your loss
faded and stained, every thread, precious 
my tears blur with silhouettes of you, dad
your distinctive scent, I touch your well worn brim
the hallway darkens with an approaching storm
pounding raindrops pummel my grieving heart. 







Written on 2/20/2019...

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                                  It’s the day of dread
			The day your false prophets
	and prophetesses never...

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Ah, Wind, we've known each other so long.
While creatures run quickly from your side,
I've tried to find kindness in your song 
but your howls become hard to abide.

You loudly roar blowing doors ajar,
trees bent weary by ceaseless pummel.
I hear your rumble, beginning far
announcing yourself, never...

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Part 1: FORE SIBERIAN FATE

silk wings wet -
angel on the lake.
starlight glitter
separates from

the golden wheat.
her docile hair,
prophecy of ice.

winter pink,
pinched cheeks.
ice skate scrapes -
flecks of flakes.

the snow queen
before her relentless
reign, a pretty thing.

her smile warms
the water, her eyes
true glacier blue.

Part 2: APOCALYPSE

glacier blue eyes
thunder,
icy waves...

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Daggled and bloodied, the young man lay upon the ground where he’d been 
left.. .left by vile men who, spurred by senseless hate and ravenous for a taste of 
violence, had lured him with false fellowship and brought him to this secluded spot 
by veil...

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I heard taunting echoes and scurrilous snarls.
It was my conscience, and I listened as it spoke
in accusations, contemptible remarks aimed at me.
Shameful words delivered to break my fallen spirit.
In mocking voice of Shakespeare's Hamlet, I heard,

"Fatuous one, why does your writing hand quiver,
mimicking the trembling...

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*Image of Julius Caesar by QDT.

The Ides of March

Spun spells pummel our Earth ... as a Sun scanned absence swallow,
vacuumed blues taxes light once deemed eternal ... plus righteousness,
escapism from existence ... edges evacuation,

Birth ere the latter days ... ventured the laurels that were Rome,
the...

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This is a long extended night,
   The stars all hibernate,
The blustery gusts revolve around
   The dreams which suffocate. 

Now the torrents lash my door,
   And now they slam the shade,
'Be couched right here, and do not move',
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Pounding at the resonant head 
of my chest—he of hunger 
latches his fangs just beneath my jaw—
not to sever silence, but to pummel poison.
Tissue parts with wet reluctance,
he with need more than malice
burrows into the larynx of what 
was once controlled, fearful sound.

Nameless, shapeless he...

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The day has come, weeks and countless dollars invested in this moment.
All preparations have been made.
A myriad of nuts and bolts, inspected, tightened to torque.
Fluids fresh, topped to level, tire pressure lowered... maximum traction.
In rank and file I now sit filled with anticipation, fear, expectation.
This...

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The bombers began to bleed
their heavy tears of death
from 20,000 feet above the breathless battlefield, 
B-17 Flying Fortress formations
moving with apocalyptic aplomb
the shadows of high metal crosses by the hundreds
rippling along the rugged roman earth
bringing a crescending growl and the blind bomb,
defenders of the Gustav...

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It's just too goo to be true,

in a crazy little crew,

drawing the ramps up,
dynamic slapstick-

always having food as thought,

the pummel on row,

which is 9000ft straight towards physical steal;

entered into a falsehood-

through made gravity stick,
and unleash the past!

Every loop an iron cross,

all dishes lost,

the accident,

the belonging,

On-
Time,

a...

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I'm the good bad cop,
I'm good at being bad
My partner is the bad good cop,
he's bad at being good
We make a good team,
we put a scare into the bad guys
Both of us love reading them their rights,
stuffed in a squad car,
playing the "Bad Boys" theme
Get...

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Bitter Truths



How much of bitterness is truth we cannot swallow.
The acridity of words held idle for too long, fermenting
in the cauldron of conceit, the spoils of victory flaunted
in feigned servility.  What scales measure life against
life, gain against greater gain, success against success?
Can we not...

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A gypsy woman came and said,
‘I know you’ll want to purchase these.’
My granny firmly shook her head,
unmoved by all the gypsy’s pleas.

The gypsy tried a savage stare,
and pointed to my granny’s purse.
‘If you don’t buy my pegs, I swear,
I’ll hit you with a nasty curse.’

‘A...

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