Best Truncheon Poems

178 months, 129940 hours,
now only 10 minutes remain.
Sitting in cold eerie darkness,
he observes the rhythm of water drops,
slowly wipes away streams of sweat
with his withered trembling hands.

That aching fear, gnawing in his fevered brain,
spasms of fear demanding flight
yet none to be had,
his inner soul asking...

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Run run run frm ya demons run run run its duck season 
Run run run frm da wizard run run run frm da blizzard 
Da lizard king skin ripper
Run frm ya visions 
Run run run frm division 
Redrum reflection in da bedroom mirror
Spectrum of light...

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She grabbed at the quarter full pop bottle neck, 
cream soda from Marsh’s,
and held like a truncheon, in the harshest
of voices 
produced an otherworldly sound, GETOUT!!
“Give me a chance” and he stepped forward.
Stood aside her I moved towards 
“****ing try it” 
I’d never seen those...

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178 months, 129940 hours,
now only 10 minutes remain.
Sitting in cold eerie darkness,
he observes the rhythm of water drops, 
slowly wipes away streams of sweat
with his withered trembling hands.

That aching fear, gnawing in his fevered brain,
spasms of fear demanding flight
yet none to be had,
his inner soul...

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=Dawn Raids

A sudden crash awakens the night
The stomping of thundering boots only to serve to heighten fears
Little spot lights are darting across the room

Half naked man bewildered and angry
His castle has been violated by a wall of blue invaders
His is pinned to his bed with...

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In Iran they march
"Where" they ask "is my vote gone?"
Answered by truncheon

God, Allah, they call
In His name, holy, oppress
Gods weakest children

Other news shall show
Western television screens
But we wont forget

Hundreds dead now
We only know one name, one face
A prayer for them say...

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I’ve never given much thought, about the last train to Auschwitz 
for indeed every train, was intended to be ones last,

Except for the guards, who sit atop the cattle cars
As the human livestock, slowly asphyxiates behind bars
not giving them a thought, or a care in...

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I once dated a weatherman
At first he had a sunny outlook…
He had our future all mapped out
But he suffered periods of deep depression so our relationship got rained off

I once dated an optician
He said he could see our future was together
But soon I stopped wearing...

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Dad has ordered a new shed,
he'll site it in the shade
replacing the one put out by
the local Fire Brigade.
The wheelie bin is full of food
almost a three course luncheon
with sausages as black as coal
and harder than a truncheon.
Home made sauce clings to the sides
like toffee,...

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Call me a pacifist activist deploring insanity of war,
never a Fitbit moon-unit soldier of military industrial
complex, this articulate baby boomer verily stupefied,
openmouthed, dumbfounded at inane ill logic to send
best and brightest, or even those boasting commend

able faculties of body, mind, and spirit (tracing a long
jagged...

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The hophead at the
Music festival next to me
Yells out the instruction
"Everybody shrink!"

The lead singer holds parallel
To the audience an elongated
Truncheon with a dishwashing
Glove on the end of it

A manakin dummy is tossed
Into the congregation and
It crowdsurfs it's way back
Tossed out the exit 

'Insistent savagery'
The 1956...

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Christian has been a privileged child with his own bedroom and toys

To build mighty mansions and palaces strongholds turrets and dreams 

Sometimes fantasy figures in a world that was powerful only for some


‘It teaches the child numbers and patterns to find his place in the...

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Only Last week with his Holy Bible,
I had to challenge Sam’s loaded pistol,
The whole spectacle indescribable 
Thoughts of “Who did in him new thoughts instill?
This could yield cops’ visit and his arrest 
Some dark cell his new place of ordered rest
If with it Sam appeared...

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Creamy, salty and rich, 
My father he did mutter, 
He took a bite, Crunch, 
As mother started to stutter, 
God knows WH  WH why you love it so, 
After all its only butter, 
Well he said there was a copper, 
His wife loved it...

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I dunno who decided that cheese should have resided 
With bits of pineapple upon a stick
I’d have hit him with a truncheon when he said a pickled onion
Would top it off: I fear he was quite sick

But here I stand with Marty, at this arty...

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