Long Flogs Poems

Dear Sam, hello it’s me, don’t fret
old friend whom I have never met.
I wrote a letter time forgot,
you may ask why, I ask why not?
A sad meditation of late
on our nation’s new police state -
its...

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I'm barely crawling toward my grave
And lucky to have come this far! 
A life lived mostly not a knave, 
Or specimen in someone's jar.

It's not so easy to stay clear
Of folks who'd label us at...

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An old cow Bholi and it's cub were  running
Hard to save their lives from the flogging 
A young boy having stick with lather laced 
Was chasing them, showering flogs with mighty hand.

Bhola:
Mom, why we...

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Inspire me like seeds rejected
thrown out, 
trampled, 
bruised, 
killed, 
buried yet fights it up 
through dirts and death, 
sand and dark, 
to form a mighty tree that forever stands: Inspire me with such passion.

Inspire me...

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Another Gold

Far from profit’s crass allure,
At a place somewhat obscure,
A poet sweeps his shepherd’s lyre;
He sings of gold, of heaven’s fire.
No. not of gold that Midas stores
Behind fast-bolted treasury doors
But of gold, that, eve and...

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Trodden down and beaten out,
That is me for you and whole of the world.
While inside me I still shout,
"Wait to see my rage unfurled". 

Since long have I been messed and marred,
Raped, ravaged, killed and...

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Exodus
From a distant hill far away
Shadowed off by a monstrous cloud stormy
Lay signs and sighs
From an alley tucked away
Sheltered off by ghostly shades of moaning moon
Flogs chorus a hollow song in a fog
The twinkling mirage...

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There’s a good man deep inside me
though most could never tell,
when I’m brawlin’ with the devil
drinkin’ booze and raisin’ hell.
Satan grins and taunts me
it seems he won’t backdown,
a good man wants to get free
but the...

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Forever Ever or Never

Forever does it exist? Forever is never doesn’t exist. It betrays hearts, breaks bones in its subtle nuances. It takes love, makes it eternal but it’s not. There is nothing just worn...

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Drunk is the man, 
Who gave me the roots of my existence
In this harsh, cold and dark world...
For instance,
He beats up his so-called darling heartbeat
To a pulp, saying she's not caring about him
Yet he spends...

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Love is a killer
She plays beautifully in my heart
But refuses to say when you are coming 
These desirable feelings of mine keep dragging my thoughts 

Before the sun steps away 
While darkness befalls the earth...

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Before morning would emerge
The infants stomach became large,
Usual infant's cry became scarce
Where is the mother 
Or father?
Tell them to surface.

Mother cried as she saw her babies face,
"Thou unusual thing, where from?
Bring me the broom
Mother needs...

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SHATTERED SCREAMS

ECHOES OF OUR SILENT SCREAM,
TORTURE FROM A LEADER'S STEAM,
DWINDLING OF OUR NATIONS DREAM.
WE CHOOSE TO FIGHT AS A TEAM,
OR WATCH THEIR THEATRICS LIKE A FILM.
IF WE FIGHT, OUR VOCIFEROUS WEAPON IS HUSHED,
IF SILENT, OUR...

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Drugs


I never showed my dogs any tricks that appear to please
people I grew from a puppy to an adult, mind I sometimes
patted her and she had the habit of using my feet as a pillow
when...

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The muzzle flash of the moon is infused with clouds
where the brightness tapers off on knees that poke through
the slit in her dress; the hem slips off her crossed legs.

Gunpowder in sieves flecks her irises
when...

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Inspired by Colin Amato's "Lonely in the Darkness"

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Alone in the darkness,
Kept away from all sight,
No energy left to continue this fight.

Alone in the darkness,
Comfortable in my own home,
Until comfort leaves me as I lay here...

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I watched her from my window
when fire delays to light
she pours in it water with rage
then flogs the fire-stones
and all is smoke and wetness
then she starts all over again
Each time she is annoyed
throws abuses at...

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Very funny Joe (nah you caint see his side:)

Little crazyness helps the flow, tween toe n toe , 
and the brain it slips n burns the clutch,
and suffers smoke n other such,
but the old bombulator...

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Feeding a child with what he knows already !
Hasn't this been in many good schools steady?
A child finds it fine acting unconcernedly, 
Teacher is sure it's time to be unfriendly, 
The child soon humming tunes...

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Things get done
With grace and virtue beyond
The usual dregs camping out
Virtuosity ceases to be priority
As it yields to tone-setting and methodical fleecing
Of the willing patrons searching for
Deeds and reasons to come their way
A warm stare...

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Flogged a Dead Horse The Dream

It felt no pain
pain I felt
flogging works like that
So I sat
upside down
in Australia

Started to fall asleep
cider I was in, knee deep
A kangaroo woke me up
It felt no pain
as she flogged...

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