Best Whippings Poems

She Goes Back
By Lillian J. Jeffrey


Whispers flow like a river
she will be sold
sold or rented like a cash crop

Born on a Maryland plantation
her mother works the big house
Harriet runs barefoot in the woods
side by side her brothers, nursemaids 
her younger brother, childhood ends at five

She...

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accidental boundaries crush despair easily, fragrant gravity heckles ignorance judiciously. 
kindness levitates mindless numerology, overt principles qualm ridiculous sexualities. 
transgressions uproot vindictive whippings. xanadu yields zero.

zoology yields xanax. whirls voice underground terrorism, syntax resonates quintessentially. 
pragmatic oddities nosedive murderously. leperous kindergartens jumble idiosyncratic 
hellholes. gyrating...

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- - - Chapter 1: Early Days - - - 

My father was a rich man, la, *
Though schooled in poverty, (1)  
As such he seldom raised his head, 
Displayed humility.
The center of the ‘Dust Bowl' years, 
Just thirty miles from home.
And children, seniors...

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What if you were born in the 1800's?
                                     ...

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Mom sure loved willow switches.
Those willows never wore out,
she’d make them sing forever.
Worse, I had to pick them out.

I needed to change some things,
mom did not ask for this mess.
Time for me to grow up some.
My first switch, too small.

At thirteen and six foot tall,
I...

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She Goes Back
By Lillian J. Jeffrey


Whispers flow like a river
she will be sold
sold or rented like a cash crop

Born on a Maryland plantation
her mother works the big house
Harriet runs barefoot in the woods
side by side her brothers, nursemaids 
her younger brother, childhood ends at five

She...

Continue reading...

She Goes Back
By Lillian J. Jeffrey


Whispers flow like a river
she will be sold
sold or rented like a cash crop

Born on a Maryland plantation
her mother works the big house
Harriet runs barefoot in the woods
side by side her brothers, nursemaids 
her younger brother, childhood ends at five

She...

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In the year, nineteen an’ thirty-nine, 
in a small town that seemed not to care,
a little girl tried her very best
to dress well, and groom her dark hair.
She’d fight for her life—whatever it took,
an’ survive her father so cruel,
her heart would stay strong , she’d...

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MOM, YOU ARE SILL ALIVE AND WELL

I miss your smile, the times we shared and the world that
	you opened my eyes to.
I smile at the major ass whippings you put on me in your 
	goal to bring discipline and manhood to me.
The Cherokee in you...

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'O wretched man that I am! Who shall deliver me from the body of this death?'

      None have I yet, from my days so young, met in the pastures of my life and its 
weeds. None hat met my plead...

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Chopsueycide; They’re gathering for the feast this time; last time it was a roasting. 

Chopsueycide; An acquired taste that’s guaranteed to raise temperatures, but not pulses. 

Chopsueycide; Added ginger will certainly blow your head off, and the last breath of garlic will keep them away...

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Times are hard
Money is in a vice grip
Numbers scare people & use to stretch a tight lip
Dice get roll
Lose your life when the card flip
People bearing arms
Death sentence in palms grip
Mom's carry weight 2 babies on her small hips
There's no whips 
But children still need...

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My father marched gung-ho towards anarchy,
Many friends by his side fell before the end,
They died brave in the face of danger and sin,
Their memories erased buried in mud blend.
 
The men went to their deaths leaving hell behind,
For the battle forged on brutally through cold,
And...

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In a dark part of hell the tormentor lives
exploiting all of your deep darkest sins
then making you forgive
punished you beg
tormentor you scream as he peels back your skin
opening your rib cage to see within 
in order one by one
he tortures and punishes the wicked 
turning...

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"And he (Jesus) said to them.  Be not afraid.  You seek Jesus
who was crucified: he is risen; he is not here: behold the place
where they laid him."       Mark 16:6 


visualize in your mind
Jesus being...

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