Best Pummelling Poems

"Out to Sea"

In the immediate times 
we rush to consume it all 
before it is all swallowed, and out it all comes salty,
like an Ocean pummelling our crumbling sures 
eating away our solidarity
insouciantly the sandy impermanent escarpment caves in
on our gossamer dissolving world

and in the...

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“Come on, let's get introduced to my play mate in a palm.
Linda, these are Joshua’s true other selfs.” 
Lelia emitting a peculiar chuckle.
A comic situation arose where I changed my voice for each of my "selfs" by way of introduction.
My great powers of concentration helped...

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What kooky weather, hails belting down
A spectacular display, it pummelling our town
It's supposed to be spring
Must be winter's last fling
Sure not appreciated, almost broke Jack's crown


© Jack Ellison 2015...

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i know what you know
i know one of us has to go
one of us has to become an ex-resident
and that takes precedent

we used to be able to calmly speak
but your pummelling of my body left me weak
restraining orders meant nothing to you
so you just kept...

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Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost...

~ May fourth, 2005
wedded bliss nearly fifty years
half a century almost
me not most favorite grown offspring,
she (when alive) did boast,
about youngest sister and her family,
unlike me – severely socially withdrawn
a veritable wallflower
as a result, I suffered emotional contusions.

When...

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the old sea-pool churns out fun
  frantic heads flick side to side, limbs flashing, thrashing
  some are slicing, cutting through
  elegant submariners chased by water-wake
  here is one of distinction!
  stylistic splasher, appendages pummelling
  plunge under, submerged from sight
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I heard the squelch of death nearing once again,
pummelling with the purple pulsation in frail vein.
Mortality enclosed within mind-soul-body trinity,
the sound of its footfall trailed the echo of eternity. 

Air of twilight hour resonated in the silence of death,
I heard it compose the requiem for...

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for J.C. Alldridge

Full pummelling fisticuffs
Stitch over stitch
In and out
Imperceptibly kaleidoscopic
Swirling from ear to ear
Sporadic
Thrumming mystical notes
Notes of whisper
Whisper in the ear
Now a bothered swish of clawing
Cleaving slipping fingers
Immalleable rolling universal ball

Microcosmic needle into
Macrocosmic wool all
Silently thudding kneading pulling
Sealing a sin all opened unforgiven
Eternally whispering to...

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Spring necked victim 
                  Will be decked again
                  For pure amusement...

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Aahhh sumptuous beloved nineseventeen

calling for hot frothing, purling, bubbling steam

laving eager flesh with honey scented cream

strategic jets pummelling tight spots unseen

hand languidly reaches champagne flute between

naughty nibbles on silver dishes that gleam

reflecting radiance of goddess light beam

eyes devour tales of sensual jewelled queen

glistening satisfied muscles...

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Too early for festivities, Christmas stillness crouches
Soon puncture of anticipation unpacks gifts
Humid harassment, curtain pummelling sun pounces
Dull of smug day blocked, first denial assists

Performed to prosper, biology reaps what's obtainable 
Demanding we sit attentive in its auditorium
Under Star of Bethlehem, glory of Christ born in...

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In loving memory of Queen Queen - Nyasuba.
 "I am DYING"
 by Juno Byron.
My heart is losing breath
To the hourly pummelling and drubbing
With a heavy metal rod of death
No mercy forgiveness am Dying

Is it because I'm a lady?
Is it because I'm to be voiceless?
'y kill...

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I hear the squelch of sorrow nearing me once again,
pummelling with the purple pulsation in the frail vein.
Sadness encloses the mind-soul-body trinity,
the sound of its footfall trails the echo of eternity. 

In the dwindling day at the edge of tarnished twilight,
the halcyon horizon sighs in...

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along the toll path, worn by footfall, 
I walk as a water colourist
tracing the canal's hidden track, 

hewn blocks are daubed, 
washed by mildew green 
silver weals etched like faded liver spots
on its pock marked granite face. 

The shore's serrated edges
leach into reed beds
when a...

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