Best Punching Poems

two bible-blabbering, prattling pastors

   from two denominational sectors

      ended up in stitches and bloody plasters;


those around said it...

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The Punching Bag - Through the Eyes of a Child

Each day the pattern was the same,
for all Dad’s shortcomings, my Mom got the blame. 
WHACK!...

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At first you were understanding 
and patient,
so polite and gentle,
encouraging me to express my emotions.

But then you became obsessive and jealous.
Forcing me to shut up...

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the Oak  Tree

You were always someone special
In the midnight hours in my dream
I could really feel the tension
A tree, a limb, a friend
No matter...

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*(For Me, the soup tastes good, For others...not so much.)

INDEED, there may be something wrong with the Soup
if spices don't get right many people will...

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...But there exists a much broader hate,
half the species, you see, do not rate.
I’m talking, of course, about the men,
how we’re seen as less next...

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What does crazy look like


I was asked once, what was my biggest fear.

"To be left walking alone barefoot and homeless punching myself in the head"
I...

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A pen is more than just a pen;
more than just a recording device.
When I pick up a pen 
I take a journey
to another realm
and to...

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lightning punching down,
                     fast, blinding,...

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There once was a day I would watch every airplane.
Praying you was on it to come take me away.
As a child I wanted you around...

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How can people want rights but they aren't right
While working in the daylight with souls bright as night
The creator shall judge the judges, The evil...

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On a bright sunlit morning, washed brilliant with clover,
the day was alive with complacency, as color.
The day had no reason to quiver off course.
A cat...

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She is slowly slipping away, 
She sees no point laying waiting to decay,
Tired of the names shes starting to beleive,
The thought of leaving for good...

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Poets often pontificate
In their particular poems
By punching words into 
Pre-determined form

Plying on rhyming
Placing their phrases 
In perfect presentation
With proper punctuation

Perhaps to receive 
A few platitudes
Possibly...

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I was only allowed to go, after much whining 
     begging, promises of unlikely saint-hood
     if my...

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