Best Thrashed Poems

Upon the doorstep of my paradise,
     You’ll find h e l l i s h pansies and t a i n...

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One dark night a saucer crashed;
the military quickly cleaned up the trash.
In the distance, what they didn’t see;
a thin, white face between the trees.

Once all...

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Me, my brother Tom and Uncle Pat were on a fishing holiday
three men in a rowing boat way out in Dublin Bay
we anchored up and...

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Thrashed her life in that vicious fuscous night
Tattered her body in that mucky verdant site
Shattered her dreams in that bloody wicked plight
Four feigned civilized animals,...

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Sleepless Valentine



I took the pinkie blue cuddlesome bear
And by its blood scarlet bow
Noose tied hung it
Too soft
With its felted heart
And false cute sentiment

And with eyes...

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It was in the mists of morning, beneath the rising morning sun,
We had come to conquer Ft. Langley, It was me and Al and John.
We...

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(after Edgar Allan Poe's "The Angel of the Odd")

It was a tidy day and I sat, replete, under vellux blankets.
Sadly, my tea was weak, the...

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Eight Word Challenge – After the Thrill is Gone

Like an exotic orchid in the glow
of moonbeams, I unfolded 
vulnerable petals, inviting you in. 
And even...

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fragile rice papers
cling to a thrashed wicker wall
and silent gazes
kanji-stained blots become buds
some bloom into ureshii


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1.  "Ureshii" means happiness (Japanese).
2.  Formerly titled Minamisanriku's...

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When yet another lover flees my cat sized bed
and leaves me wild and comely in the night
I wonder if it's unknown words I've read
Or is...

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At the station Paton stares at me from the train bound for Johannesburg
He leaves a note to remember to mop up where the roof leaks
This...

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Fake face
Fake smile
Fake voice
I'll run a mile

Yes master
No master
Of course master
Now master

Gothic witch
Gothic dream
Your downfall
In my smile

Eyes radiating
False adoration
Your spell
Oh so vile

Empty words
Empty syllables
I'll empty...

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In the village where I was born
There was always lots of trees.
Especially those in the church yard,
Gently swaying in the slightest breeze.
I suppose there must...

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She stood in thrall to the Magyar
As, one hand cupped to a breast,
The other picked careful notes 
From the guitar against his chest,
So they made...

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Sentinel never sleeps;
resting upon water thrashed rocks,
this shining beacon of the sea.
Her watch, sees all,
Her stories sung in shanties,
by old salts;
She holds within the secrets,...

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