Best Whip Poems

O
the bane
of being so slavishly in love,
to face another bloodless sunrise alone.
Myself, I’m spun in silken strands enthralled                       
yet, still stung by the...

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Down where the lavender wisteria blooms. 
For the first time this spring, and early in the morning  
I heard the whip-poor-will sing its intriguing tune. 

Later, when I looked out the kitchen window. 
Birds of many species were swarming freshly filled birdfeeders.
House finches, red...

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whip-poor-will's first call
 
                      this spring comes at midnight hour....

              ...

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The man with the whip takes the terrible trip
Fools slide and fiends slip...soon they all land in his grip
On a sinking slaveship in a sea full of sorrow
Subtracting from souls...soon they beg and they borrow
No today
No tomorrow

The man with the whip makes his money multiply
While...

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Summers of years ago windows open --when
On those many nights, young love romance, the
Air moved freely night sounds of the-- Whip-Poor-Will
Remember, remember when they--sang

No longer can I hear the great sounds --when
We were young, for the windows are closed for--the
Air conditioning to work--Whip-Poor-Will
How in great...

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it flip and dip
also pops
makes your boby hot
its turns
make your boby burn
you have hot dripping lips
the
WHIP AND BOBY SEX...

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Supple, limber perfect leather
Graceful in it’s agility when I
wield it by hand. 
Supple are the contusions upon 
your back as I teach you
to tease my attack-

When I train you, bull whip in hand.
Supple is your insolence- soon it shall
No longer exist, 
after my punishment.
Darling I...

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Never had a feeling
like this ever felt so degrading
back and forth with mind and heart 
continuously racing
bumping side-to-side
along the walls just grating
against with skin 
and pain eminating
from flesh, becoming bare
the eye can see what looks
to be painful as if
a bundle of hooks
tearing apart and away
the...

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The whip-poor-will entertains.
His song crisp and fresh today
His voice is not inhumane.
And leads my few thoughts astray.

Running was the Bovidae
Outside my open window.
So, I could hear faraway
Dance of the painted pinto.  



Just for fun, no there was no Bovidae nor painted pinto.

Written: 5/18/2023...

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This feathered friend
Was new to thee
Until Sara Kendrick
Introduced me

It's the Whip-poor-will
Delightful night-jar bird
Who forage at night
During the day, rarely heard

Of mottled plumage
In blacks and browns
Deciduous habitats
But rarely towns

This beautiful bird
Departing souls it catches
But in our heart
Admiration as it latches


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Inspired by and sung to "The Whip It" tune by Devo.

CRACK that old age whip
Give it a pink slip,
Step on an elliptical,
Old age shouldn't have come this quick!

Now whip your bod,
into shape,
tone it up,
its not too late,
to whip it,
and slim it up good...

When old age...

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Whip cream listing makes all things better
in this cream and air is the life of mystery
Some add it to pies and cakes but others play with it
It will give you pleasure when place on ice cream with cherries
open your mouth lick at first then take...

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THE WHIP OF TORTURE
By Immaculata Ortner

In the loss of Maiden’s head
In time briefly spend in pleasure
The glass of her treasure is broken
And tyranny like a babe is molded
With frames of friendly brain
And lames of deceitful claims
Sparkling like lightning in vain
But freeze blood with hate
Like a...

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Whip Whistle Garden Spot

There is a garden. 
It is in a small town, in the middle of the park. A place has been dug up on purpose. 
No one was angry when it happened. It was just fine, with all concerned. 

If there were people...

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She stood by the citronella
staring at its jagged leaves
hoping they would grow and carry her away

Rooted in the ground, eyes drawn into its foliage
the caretaker peered over his cigar at her despair
removing the belt from his waist
his "sword" of fury

she called it his sword 
for...

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