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Full contact Poetry
The ultimate fight
Death match supreme
The truth within sight
Pulling no punches
The ink bleeding free
The wound beyond mortal
A Fait Accompli
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
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"Let me draw your bath, Sweet Face!"
(the space heater's perched upon the rim,
with some hydrochloric acid, just in case.)
My .45 revolver, my machete from Trelew
will come in very handy, lest
the other two exigencies fall through.
I think I've thought of everything
except that creep you slept with,
I'll sneak up, and take him by surprise!
Now the the only thing remaining,
harlot, bane of my existence,
is my holler of delight at your demise!
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Painting With Words
Miracle Man
4-29-2022
To paint an image with words, I strive each day,
For words, written or spoken, affect how others feel.
So I give it much thought as each word I weigh,
pulling no punches, as heart’s contents I reveal.
At a time in my life when embroiled in strife,
and I thought death surely stood at my door.
Writing was a calling God placed on my life,
as a testimony of change from my life before.
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"Let me draw your bath, Sweet Face!"
(the space heater's perched upon the rim,
with some hydrochloric acid, just in case.)
My .45 revolver, my machete from Trelew
will come in very handy, lest
the other two exigencies fall through.
I think I've thought of everything
except that creep you slept with,
I'll sneak up, and take him by surprise!
Now the the only thing remaining,
harlot, bane of my existence,
is my holler of delight at your demise!
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"Let me draw your bath, dear Grace!"
(the space heater's perched upon the rim,
and there's hydrochloric acid, just in case!)
My .45 revolver, my machete from Trelew
will come in very handy
if the other two exigencies fall through!
I think I've thought of everything
except to kill that creep you slept with,
may he rot in Hades, damn his eyes!
Now the the only thing remaining,
harlot, bane of my existence,
is my holler of delight at your demise!
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"Let me draw your bath, dear Grace!"
(the space heater's perched upon the rim,
and there's hydrochloric acid, just in case!)
My .45 revolver, my machete from Trelew
will come in very handy
if the other two exigencies fall through!
I think I've thought of everything
except to kill that creep you slept with,
may he rot in Hades, damn his eyes!
Now the the only thing remaining,
harlot, bane of my existence,
is my holler of delight at your demise!
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When pushed under by a wave,
Rolling with the punches it deals,
Until you begin to run out of air,
And you fight to surface for a breath,
Only to be pushed under by the next wave,
Awed by their power,
Reminded of life's struggles,
Waves of hardship pulling you under,
Strugling to survive through the struggles of life and death,
Overjoyed with the peace in between,
Little things seem huge and all powerful,
Until those towering waves of life push you under again.
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TOTALLY tongue-in-cheek! Inspired by a character in Dylan Thomas' "Under Milk Wood" who plotted to poison his wife. It was all in his mind, as is the case with my character here.
"Let me draw your bath, dear Grace!"
(the space heater's perched upon the rim,
and there's hydrochloric acid, just in case!)
My .45 revolver, my machete from Trelew
will come in very handy
should the other two exigencies fall through!
I think I've thought of everything
except that creep you slept with,
he will rot in Hades, damn his eyes!
Now the the only thing remaining,
harlot, bane of my existence,
is my holler of delight at your demise!
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Words,words,flowing through my mind,
I'm chilling,having a wonderful time,
Words,words,forming into lines,twisting,turning,tying up my mind,
Flowing with a beat,generating crazy rhymes...
Words,words,they are pulling my strings,
A puppet to these words,ohh what a beautiful thing,
Controlling my fingers,my thoughts,my mood,
Have me sitting on the toilet,writing in the nude...
Words,words,treating me like a punching bag,
Words of a dying old man or a playful little lad,
Love I have felt or an experience gone bad,
Whenever I am sad a few punches makes me glad...
Words,words,sending chills through my skin,
Explosion in my head,from deep,deep within,
Words,wonderful words,keep calling,keep calling,
Lost in these words,i'm falling,i'm falling....
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Your words swallow me whole; spiritually wound my soul; leave me empty
without a place to go. My actions not rational and out of control.
Your words cut like a thousand knives. I can tell by the lust in your eyes
when you look at other guys but I'm not surprised.
Your words echo in my ears, bring me to tears. I contemplate over all
these years and ultimatly a divorce is what I fear.
Your words have often left me in despair, but you don't care. You leave me
to throw punches in the air and pulling out my hair.
Your words confuse me, verbally abuse me, and take me to a place I don't want to be.
Your words are pure misery!
Your words are now just a waste of time and space. A devil behind a beautiful face.
Your words are sin, never will they deceive me again!
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I do not know?
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My glasses flew in no direction
as your punches hit me with no restriction.
My jaw became your punching bag
and my face you gave many slaps.
The punches you gave me followed the rhythm of my heart
and I said to myself "I´m going to die".
I looked at you as you kept hitting me
and I said to myself, "no, it´s not him".
You pulled me by my hair like I was a doll
and I kept praying it would all stop
but then your punches followed
and my tears fell without control.
I tried to run away from you
but you pulled me back like I was a trash bag.
I defended myself with all the strength I had
and you just swatted my hands away like I was an annoying fly.
The next thing I heard was the scream of my tearing blouse,
the jerking of my fancy bra,
the protestation of my jeans you kept pulling
and my panties you ripped away from my body...
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When nightfall descends and the rains tap upon my window
how do I know the light will come again
how do I know tomorrow will just not stall
and I will be stuck
stuck with thoughts written down in fairy books
perhaps becoming a prophet
pulling punches a top a Mary Poppins
but stop
the theives still rape the night
pillaging with their spilt ales
and self-induced wails
oh but the horrors the night brings
the window taps get louder now
sleep checks on the clock
but fails to blink
seconds turn to hours
—it feels like days
the shadows play tricks
silhouettes stalk my being
my mind won't slow
it's racing towards the finish line
Is that where the answers lie
as yesterdays have already lied to me
in false promises
sedated sits hope
never again living
lost in a lucid dream
or so it seems
.....
the here, the now, the know
a one act play putting on her show
jumping in with both feet
my thoughts are wet with wonder
trapped in the spell I'm under
trip, fall, come see it all
a picture show in slow motion
thru the raindrops I smell the ocean
wild and free
oh I long to be
...
but if this candle burns
and if their flickers move
I'll run away, I'll run away fast
deep inside with the promises
yet to be held to truth
the rain taps upon my window
the winds brush across the trees
I drift
I drift
I drift
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i might have been born with a funny sounding name
Or considered the kid everyone thinks is lame
I might have been born with a slightly crooked nose
Or I might grow fungus between my toes
I might just have only one leg
Or I might have a tumor growing outside my head
One of my arms might be shorter than the other
I might have a drug addict or alcoholic mother
I might be considered slightly overweight
Or wear clothes that might be a little out of date
I might have hair that doesn't act right
I might be Asian, Latino, Black or White
I might be a girl who speaks with a deep voice
Or I might be a boy whose hair doesn't hold moist
I might have parents who are the same gender
Whose names might be Gloria and Ginger
Or it might be Chris and Tony who raises me
But always shows me love unconditionally
That doesn't give you the right to add on more
By pushing and kicking me throwing me to the floor
Attacking me with hard punches and socks
Laughing and spitting on me while all your friends watch
Stabbing at me and constantly pulling my hair
Tripping me when I walk down the stairs
Spreading rumors on social media that you know are all lies
Proud of the pain and tears you see in my eyes
Part of my pain and these tears are for you too
Because you're probably just doing to me what someone did to you
Stop the cycle and make a change starting right now today
Because when you're battling the demons inside yourself bullying is not the way.
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Pull no punches
Game no Thrones
Salt your favorite food less and less
Undress not in the company of others
unless of course you plan on swimming
And do it then whilst undercover or
in a bolted clock room closet
Never let or give all your very best
secrets away
Maybe keep them well and truly hidden
for another day or moment in time far
more relevant than this
And when you kiss do it with
your eyes wide closed
And if they are not your lover stroke
partner be that rather on the cheek
forehead or nose
So as to not russel to many feathers
and end up sleeping downstairs on
the couch
Even if you don't really mind as it feels
to you much like camping and you can
watch what you want on t.v without the
fear of interruption
Make take and pack yourself lunch
once in a while don't always buy it
from a roadside van or greasy spoon
cafe
Sometimes follow your heart and stick
with your first initial choice and listen
to what your intuition tells you
And I am not saying everything will
be plain sailing and absolutely peachy
in regards to life
But whenever is it or was it supposed
or you told it will be and just exactly
who said that and the reason why
Because that sounds like something
someone would say in order to simply
just placate you
Rather than promise to tell you the
hole truth and nothing but the truth
So help me God
With a lie instead
Pull no punches
Game no Thrones
When it comes to dealing with grown
up adults
As apposed to young children
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When the sh*t hits the fan and the plates hit the walls
And Mummy’s voice screeches, “You ain’t got the balls”
The sound of wood splintering leaves kids with hunches
That once again Daddy ain’t pulling his punches
At least it was wood this time - unlike before
When what Daddy fractured was not just a door
And Daddy’s voice shouts, ‘I work all that I’m able
but when I come home, I want food on the table!”
Upstairs, the children cannot speak their fears
Three kids on their beds with their hands on their ears
While five year old Lucy is wiping her tears
And Tommy chants ‘La La’ to drown what he hears
But ten year old Gerry, wise, for a young lad
Has a best friend with a Saturday Dad
He seems to get by, and he states with a sigh
“I get to go places… and Mum doesn’t cry.”
With siblings sent ‘up’ with no food in their tummy
Because Daddy had to, “Have words with your Mummy.”
Gerry, would get them the food they were lacking
He wasn’t surprised to find Daddy was packing
He’d taken a chance when the rows turned to silence
Which had to be better than out and out violence
Daddy said, “Don’t creep about like a mouse…
from now on, Son… you are the man of the house.”
Lucy was young and she idolised Dad
Tommy was older and, for a while, bad
But Gerry now charged with his own father’s plan
At just ten years old… became a young man
And with Daddy gone to a town far away
Gerry stayed home till his mum had gone grey
But one day she had a new man on her hand
And Gerry was happy to make his own stand
Twas eighteen months later this very deep thinker
Let a girl get to him, hook, line and sinker
He hugged her and kissed her the day she miscarried
Yet he and the woman he loved… never married
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Another showdown in Soup Creek, I s'pose
Someone's got a wedgie in her pantyhose
It's another outcast
who likes to lambast
A bad attitude she chose to expose
Folks in the Creek asked why she was a crank.
What she has against those who hold top rank?
What is her sob story?
Maybe she seeks glory
From their faces, everyone drew a blank
The Gambler decided to take a stand
I heard he was holding a winning hand
A duel would take place
They'd meet, face to face
Shots to be fired at Sheriff Mark's command
Undertaker cried, "Why not fisticuffs?
There's no more plots on Cemetery Bluffs."
It was set for high noon
In front of the saloon
To put an end to the slanderous chuffs
Texas Ranger, Dave, set up a boxing ring
Gambler told her, "Your punches have no sting.
But take another poke.
Your insults are a joke.
Folks in these parts call you a ding-a-ling."
I heard him shout, "You throw first," then he spat
Without taking off his new Stetson hat.
The crowd cheered, "Take her down!"
Gambler Milt turned around
"I'd never hit a woman, and that's that."
Soup Creek folks hoped that would end the scandal
In each window burned a votive candle
The bartend bought a round
A new hero was crowned
There's no threat that this town cannot handle.
******** Jenna Logan
Nervous Nell started pulling out her hair
Seeking attention, she yelled, "I declare!
That Ranger pushed me down!"
Tex replied, "Hush, you clown!
You cause more trouble than a grizzly bear!"
********** David Kavanagh
She tried to shoot Sheriff Mark... Big Mistake!
He glared at her. Her hands started to shake
"You try that one more time,
I'll jail you for the crime.
And lock you in a cell with One Eyed Jake.
They snuck into town for a peek
The secret weapon of soup creek
Brute strength they did hear
Coming from Jans rear
Deadly fire rang out from each cheek
********** Mark Koplin
I heard a loud noise in the street
The crack of a gun on repeat
The smell was so acrid
Even the sheriff cried
It knocked Nervous Nell off her feet.
Then I saw Miss Jan showing her rear
As the mean old b*tch ran away in fear
No coffin was needed,
As the witch conceded
We went to the saloon for a beer.
******** Milt Hankins
*If anyone wishes to add a limerick(s), please soup mail it to me, pardner.
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breeding frenzied jawboning
nastiness, rock'm sock'm vermin
zealously, dizzying hordes kickstart
outrageous trampling, xMen busting
displays, heralding luminary
pastoral times, Xing Bethlehem
figurine Jesus observes sacrilegious
wackiness anarchy.
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Ah, nothing beats the fistfights,
bloodied noses,
knocked unconscious bruising
bad ass blimp
at absolute gall
bladder kicking, eye poking,
neck choking, up pall
ling, et cetera brutality at this,
that, or s'mother mall
far from madding crowd portentous squall,
but at a safe distance
removed along a deserted hall
witnessing flying seer sucker-punches,
et cetera all
encompassing pandemonium
solely about one small
pinterest ting live mutant
ninja vudu doll, a mere couple inches tall,
sporting ability to transform
into an antagonistic tournament
cavalier two pronged horn spurning beast,
which former attribute
manufacturer didst install
with constituent parts shipped from Blue Ball
poker red hot furious loosed bull
eyeing a glitter bauble
half cocked pissant, with an alien drawl
dressed in bulletproof coverall
page number two:
shoving people
just another brick against a wall
angrily erupt volcano like,
provoking lava lee flowing mayhem,
when a security detail
prior to temporary cease fire didst recall
merely axes whatsapp with y'all
thence, bing kicked in groin
and reduced to crawl,
thus in no mood to sing jingall
bells, where stood,
yet another beefy watchman
aghast at squall
lid human wrecking machine
analogously offensive as off fall
spreading riotous wildfire conflagration
analogous to absent referee,
when sure betted best
team mate of foot ball
lost Superbowl game
by a tackle merely postal
stamp size distance to win game,
thus anonymous observer
made an urgent call
to Donald Trump, whose reaction begot
an uncontrollable nuclear fusion reaction
jerryrigged, hair-pulling,
fisticuff dueling brawl,
spreading bedlam, sparking
avast capitalone, groupon,
flickr ring plenti tinder
triggering military police to go awol.
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a quick thinking whippersnapper
holds up a baseball bat
as a make shift microphone,
and with donning a reversed hat
feigns to be an announcer
live from pseudo faux palestra and spat
out nonsensical tit for tat.
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