Best Slugging Poems

This is where I indeed, do live!
With many churches, to support and which to give.  

Murder is a most rare occurrence here.
No riots, no...

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...He reformed the routing patriots,
formed a line atop a rise, Perrine’s Hill,
brought in General Knox and the artillery,
commanding the mass through sheer force of will.

He...

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Zombies ate my Christmas guests
Oh Lord you should have seen it
Don't know what the cops will think
But the neighbors won't believe it

Granny dodged and moved...

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Twelve rounds of excitement
Two rivals smiling in the middle of enchantment

The bell rang...
Both fighters were wild
Two rough hands still mild
The bell rang again -- end...

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This is a story that goes back some twenty years
To when with the Special Olympics I did volunteer
I worked with the older Olympians who were...

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Rivers of bluesy-greyscale river 
flow through her understoried gaze,
sometimes too turbulent,
occasionally too still,
even for her Elder memory stream
with sluggish circulating economy
surrounded by surface-molding
way overly-competitive political
bicameral...

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Thinking of my ex, there is an ounce of pride,
Even though our opinions did sometimes collide.
He was a pilot, and a jack of all trades,
With...

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-The Last Straw-

Sometimes he went too far
Shunning the sunlight, wading into the dark
swimming in places the sun couldn't find
shifting the wind to suit his own...

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How about this for OPENERS
You STOLE my heart away
With SIGNS of love and caring
A sparkling two way PLAY

You guys are all a HIT with me
You're...

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Half-baked smiles, conversations disarrayed, high in poetry, I guess I’m nineteen.
Half-filled maturity, occasional fits of naivety, I guess I’m nineteen.

Eyes frenzied, tears anfractuous, it’s too...

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It was not the robe flowing beanied
kind;
nor the ball batting
St. Louis slugging
variety.

I saw the shrill-
whistling flying
mr. proud to be a bird
 red male looking for...

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A river flows through this fold of life,
sometimes too turbulent,
occasionally too still
even for older established streams
with sluggish circulation currency
nearly to our shore of oceanic
sea's streaming...

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Inside fleshy walls, wallowing in youth,
lava coarses corrosive through peeled licorice
onward, fleeing the thundering stone
vacillating at the center of a man slugging
elderberry wine, to become...

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Derek  

Will you be able to bear it?  

First weekend in May  

And who the Yankees will play, 

Bringing slugging Louisville woods...

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Those with time to the brink are on the irk.
Sincere toadies do not cast magic shirk.
People who have also been hugely hurt.
People tranced with the...

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