Best Walloped Poems

Forgive me Father for I have sinned
My actions have left me feeling chagrined
My fist hit his face, my knuckles skinned
Inner devil grinned, inner devil grinned

Because he deserved it, doesn't make it right
The remorse I feel, keeps me up at night
The anger inside bubbled and did...

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Come, my ***** brethren, come.

Come my children, and let me take you away, 
Away from that sad, sad struggle in the South 
To your human rights of freedom in the North.

Come, my ***** brethren, come.

Slavery is a sin that will not go unpunished, 
And like...

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Wednesday, while waiting for the waiter, wanting some waffles at the Waldorf,
a woeful, wimpy, wall-eyed Walter, 
witnessed a wicked, wanton woman (who was wearing a wacky wardrobe and 
wiggling her whoppers)
waddle in walking with her Welch terrior
winking, wooing with wily ways, 
wanting to weaken Walter’s...

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We sure got walloped in the overnight hours
Snow piled up, covering all the pretty flowers
Spring's delayed
Until April or May
Tried but I failed using my super powers...

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She misses Europe
Since her anointed head’s hope
Lingers goodness of land’s womb

The backyard’s pale fears 
Massive mountains of king Leer!
Kristiansand in atmosphere!?
 
Her head is the globe
Turning from left to right’s orb
Her eyes tests a great fierce hop

The orbit looks fluff
Gyrates her green eyes’ dark puff
Shifting...

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THE DUNMURRY INCIDENT

There’s a big row going on in Dunmurry
And the whole place has come to a stop
There’s a war going on with the girl who makes cakes
And the bird in the newspaper shop

They both fancy Taxi man Terry
Though Newspaper Nell saw him first
Yet it...

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I saw a skeleton 
In a board meeting
He was so cool the air was ice
And all were under the big chunk
All were frozen chickens, eyes vacant
Like dead man
Only the skeleton was alive
And talking like an orator
The big hollow in him
swallowing the universe
I felt the pull
And...

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When you are young your life is not about you
You it owe to them for love, for sacrifice and rent
Youth is the margin of our parents ever do
The young know their life only by old consent
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Whispering shadow


Drenched darkness of loam
Under the crust of earth
Reassures sprout seedlings
Roots of emotions
Delve in heart for stream 
Revealing no identity
For thorn or flower
For sweet or sour
For hatred or love! 

You slammed your window panes every evening 
And clumsily screened curtains the way
A bubbling spring
Dashing on...

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A Dog Named Bear

There once was a dog named “Bear”
He liked to run here and there.
When he went for a walk,
To his mistress he talked.  And said,
 “Come!  Chase that frog over there."
“Bear! Back to my side,” Mistress cried.
Dogs that eat frogs often...

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III.
There must be a hundred, silent and cruel,
a slow-moving wave as the night grew cool,
Rose had a shotgun, to blast out her hate,
yet Sol remained steady, motioned her to wait.

He didn’t shoot, he had planned out this trick,
just drew a match and then picked up...

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Got walloped today, driving conditions were treacherous
Freaked out my freaker, you guys were way too generous
I know it ain't over
But that was a grosser
Next time warn me so I can hibernatious...

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Trampling caused travails of a mare,
 Now hopping like a piece of flubber,
While ambling with Sir Greyedalot,
When he had honored the stables yesterday,
She was taken out for a warm up,
And she had truly ambled out,
She was about to be spurred to gallop,
Suddenly she saw the...

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They called her triple scoop at school cuz she was kind of plump 
she was made of ice cream, so all day long she ran and ran and ran   
Sliding in and out of freezers  just to gather herself up in a...

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A morning splash of after shave 

cigarette burnt fingers 

that told me what to do 


Life was walloped in our kitchen  

by mother dusted hands  


He grabs my hand and asks me 

in a quiet whisper I could hear,   

"Where is...

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