Long Beatings Poems

Pain settles in quite instantly your senses 
are totally unprepared for this graveness
the notion to sleep sets in like an energetic 
twilight phase the injury abruptly strangles 
thought my ears are always ringing with this...

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Nick Tipton lived a quiet life,
west Kentucky, in rolling hills;
been farming there for ten years,
all according to his own will.

This simple life would’ve have kept on,
‘til one night, age thirty-three,
a nightmare burst into his mind,
so...

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Quelle vicende vissi fino in fondo.
Quando mi riappropriai della mia vita
Se questo è un uomo chiesi a tutto il mondo.”
Those events I lived through and through.
When I again impropriated of my life
If this is a...

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I remember the beach sand and swing
when you and mother were still something
I remember the ducks in the lake
you held my hand watching their wake
I remember the sheep dogs when the day was through
and the...

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Molested the first fifteen years of my life. My mother remained silent the whole time. As the molesting continued all those years. Forced to live a pretend life all my childhood. Beaten and punished every...

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I’ve recently been reading a book that reminded me of how  little I am in this humongous world

It reminded me of how many boys with the same pigment as me, it reminded me of...

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They sit on their own
in their Hermit Kingdom
other side of the wall
singing their song 
entitled 
nothing to envy

peeling the skin 
away in generations 
it's worse than a famine
where colour 
is wrung 
from the inside out

emotive...

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This is my last confession; there will be no more.

I am impercipient and slow from last night's sleeping pill,
wincing away from the harshness of day.
Kitchen cold, the room tear-splintered,
sunlight striking a watery rainbow in my...

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My momma was big on naps when I was a girl.
Until I was eight years old, she sent me to my room on summer afternoons.
It was probably because of the heat in the south,
The way...

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

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We went all our children
To be in land of the free
We want all our children
To be, to be
Live in a land of liberty
By our consitution written by men 
For all men
And when you're done all...

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Sometimes when I look into your eyes I see a lost soul,
Someone who's broken and needs to be made whole,

I see the lies you've been told,
All of the pain that you hold,

The broken promises and...

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He crossed all boundaries, didn't 
care about what they said,took on 
all abuses and beatings just to show 
the world that He loves me and he'd 
give up everything to make me His 
own. He...

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Why? Why?
do you always mess with my head 
always screwing me around and making me scared 

Why do you put on a act and pretend your all sweet 
and then turn around and start screaming...

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Patradoot or The Messenger26 /Many 
  
English version by  Ravindra K Kapoor 
Originally written in Hindi by my 
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor


These Indian women, who were called salves of man,
And even...

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There were boys in my life
From the time I was 13
There were boys
Secreted away in journals
Like some sort of forbidden candy
To be written about and savored 
In a fantasy world all my own
And in that...

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(continued) "What’s a Shogun? Funny you should ask”, Tom grinned… “because that’s the 
exact same question we all asked each other when this came over on the teletype. Word is 
from the boys in the...

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He stood as he braced himself for the greatest battle he`ll ever known
His entire life`s existence an accolade towards this very moment, this last battle of the gods
His breath slow and measured, steadying himself for...

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I live alone in this broken down house 
My dreams once lived here but they have faded
Like the paint on the west side of the house
To many years facing the music
I kept to myself and...

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Jack Ripton lived a quiet life,
west Kentucky, in rolling hills,
he’d been farming there for ten years,
all according to his own will.

He’d never been much for cities,
they did bad thing’s to a man’s mind,
some might love...

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It seems to be just part of life to hold on
 to pieces of the past. 
Try to forget the bad ones, make the
good ones last and last.

Don‘t “they” always say, it’s always best,.. just...

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what happened to me
why is my head in my hands
for hours on the floor
im not crying
tears of boredom
the song rolls
the song rolls
couldnt see this happening to me
but here we go again
whats happening to me
my head...

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These secrets of the things I went through
As a child are so hard to keep, so hard to tell
I've made no pact, no promise with the devils
To keep the secrets, I just went through the...

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More than 1,000 men, sometimes women
forced to clandestine detention centers.
Relatives mystified as to there whereabouts.
Some Russian troops bribed 
with money, weapons or ammunition.
Returning gave rise to evidence
of rape to both women and men,
constant beatings rendering...

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First you march through fields--
Green, but choked with weeds.
Until one day chance drops the Bomb
And the world explodes before your eyes.

Never have radar eyes seen beauty
Like this, the fire lily in spring,
Pyrotechnics bursting forth from...

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