Best Shanked Poems

Grip it, rip it, stick it.
Bombed it, flopped it, topped it too.

Stay, sit, slice, scoot,
Run, kick, roll, draw,
Carry, fly, die, spin,
Watch the little ball go in.

Hop, get up, get down,
Break, oh please just bite,
Ah, the glories of the ball in flight.

On the screws, hit it...

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When we first met here, it didn’t have such a dead feeling like it does now. This place used to have a soul, it used to be alive. Now it stands alone like a nameless grave. Forgotten and empty. Isn’t it funny? A place that...

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Surrounded by hate and negativity
This world is cruel only because they shape it to be
No one ever said life would be a breeze
I must kill my monster
I MUST KILL THESE MONSTERS IN MY LIFE

They fill the air with vile
I wish some people  weren't so...

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Most common folk may know of this
To be an act of despicable excess
A wasteful plea of conjured sin
A loathing grouse peppered with joy and the sting of relentless ugly
The dignity of the soul which grants the righteous pour
Signals approval, encouragement and bon voyage to the...

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Doesn't matter what my name is. Certain types of men do certain types of things. Like join a terrorist group coz they believe they're right. I've been inside with them.               ...

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II-Marie

It was two full days after this charade
when Marie was told the grim news,
her ex-husband had been shanked in prison,
killed by two illegal alien youths.

When she went down to the funeral,
she was greeted by the dirtiest glares,
except from Robby’s sister, Jana,
a quiet your woman of...

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bizarre stuff
in fact, she'd never visited a golf course before

in fact, as i took my daughter to the clubhouse toilet
i held the door open for her 

the contents of the coffee was
all over the floor

i hit my tee shot against the trees
and the ball ricocheted...

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This Poem Was Written In Math Class Passing Notes Between My Best Friend Jess (Rain) 
And I...Its Dedicated To John Hauser And Justice Hoffman. The Savages Of Our Hearts. 
It Starts With Her And Goes To Me. B = Brooke, R = Raiin...Gottit? Awesome. Hope...

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This Poem Was Written In Math Class Passing Notes Between My Best Friend Brooke 
And I...Its Dedicated To John Hauser And Justice Hoffman. The Savages Of Our Hearts. 
It Starts With Her And Goes To Me. B = Brooke, R = Raiin...Gottit? Awesome. Hope 
You...

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She was born from the belly of Mother Nature 
And kept to become 
A mother of many moons and many stars
The whole solar system shanked by her existence
From the Gods Igigi’s Anunnaki’s Titians and so forth
They flashed they cameras from miliuneums of universes
To capture who...

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...Jack couldn’t believe such nonsense,
said, “You’re not a shrink, you’re insane.
I’ve been a farmer all my life,
And no one has cut on my brain.”

Johns handed him a new picture,
it was Jack stretched on a table,
a hole had been cut in his skull,
with probes and wires...

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Arid, bony-shanked carapace.
Shiny, weathered patina
tells of desolation,
Belies any promise of richness;
Yet when inverted,
Becoming regal.
A tatty, crown implies 
The ancient purport.


Tough, yet easily-torn in avarice.
Revealing, inner passion
Shrieks fecundity and blood, 
Gleams with shiny liveliness;
Yet when sundered,
Serried jewels.
A secret, inner-order shows
The abundant warrant.


Red, a study of translucence.
Deep-hued,...

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I hear folks say it, “Love is love,”
a mantra they like to repeat,
it’s said with such vapid sureness
you’d think it was bleatings of sheep.
But if you stop to think of it,
turn the thought over in your mind,
your reaction will be more mixed,
and many problems you...

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