Short Butchered Poems

Short, profound haiku
form oft' botched & butchered
Mercifully generous...

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Brother, don't bother me
You butchered my heart
Because your name is Butcher
With my machete i shall march in your blood....

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I will passion fierce as any youngling
Comparable to a windy whistle

My admirer butchered in camville
You unknowingly mourn over the ground

I will ask to steal from their mammaries
Unify all my strong feeling in one...

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Your divorcing words rip at me.

Like a callous young boy
who tears the wings off
of a butterfly,
then throw
Its butchered body
into the air
and yells "fly".

Although I still my my limbs
my days and nights 
are no longer beautiful....

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Accepting the unacceptable
Doing the unfathomable for you
Obedience takes on new meaning
When you are driving
I am lost
You robbed me of myself
I am looking around for the woman 
I once was
The one you butchered with your ax
And murdered me with your sadomasochism...

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Mother did not bake apple pies,
but she drank strong cider,
which baked her brains.

Dad had a sharp tongue,
he picked his teeth
with its forked tip.

We were a one child family,
there was a miscarriage.
I recall we butchered the stork.

Mother roasted it,
for us all

that Christmas....

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When my Mother was killed?
Like a cockroach;
Schotched
She was butchered
Her name erased
From the book of life; expunged
Leaving us unaided
Orphaned
Disregarded, by people
Nobody pays heed
From dust we feed
Swimming in poverty
Famine attacks
Our life, full of strife
As we see her grave
Calling God to save
Our massacred Mother. 

Drencho POET Loads...

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you panted for air as panic pained 
   as the young life in you drained
   a ghastly gagged youthful life 
   strangled dictum…

   and relatives chocked with grief
   as friends shocked with disbelief
   seeing your destiny you would not reach
   strangled dictum…

   a budding jasmine brutally butchered 
   a blameless young life beastly botched
   a blossoming rose harshly hacked
   strangled dictum…....

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Found bloodied and mutilated bodies of 
religious extremist murderers

As cadavers they lie beside 
unshelled bullets and shells

Now lay dead, frozen with souls taken, 
unmoved

Masters,raised them to be butchered,
unspotted

Their kin by birth cursed by the world, 
 immobilized

Death gives them punishment,sufferings,
 impartially

World does not fear them rather they prey 
themselves...

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Where the sun turns blood we stood
Bullets bathing in our blood
Mercenaries grips in the sanctuaries of virgins
Tripoli is as cool as hell
Scores of skulls
Babes butchered with bombs
Our deputy-devil is thick in the head
Tripoli is bleeding,
Africa is breeding, 
We the refugees bleed in our native soil
Tell the London buyers we are waiting
Tell the Paris buyers we are waiting
Waiting in Tripoli...

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Waltzing on bracken and shingle,
Dirt scuffed and spun in the air,
As the blood and the dust devils mingle,
Drying, infused with despair.
The crackling twigs in the campfires
Spat out the legends of old;
The wind blew the ash of those campfires
Until all those ashes grew cold.
Whispered in tongues of black humour,
Polemics of demons and dread,
And freedom became but a rumour, 
Butchered dreams in a dead man’s head....

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People of Europe, be careful of what you eat.
What has been branded as beef is actually horsemeat.
How could any legitimate business do something like that?
Horse flesh is not fit to feed to a dog or cat.
To sell butchered horses, would somebody be willing and able?
Those four-hoof beasts of burden don’t belong on the table.
We should keep our fine riding friends in the stable.

From a news story found on aol.com
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The neck pain was singled 
out. Roll yourself down?
from the hills. The
figures were crying.

You cannot dismiss 
the infamous past tense.
The butchered birthday?
of freedom of speech.

The underpaid stone cutters
of the quarry, and the
golddiggers crowding the street.
Whom will you give your hand ?

In glass, the progeny-
grows, away from home,
from inheritance.
I stare in disbelief, unblinking.



Satish Verma...

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It was a complete disaster.
I will listen to moon tonight, while
writing your name
on bikini top,

holding the pigeons. The
birds had abandoned the
walnut tree in haste. Between
them can you see a butchered

image of little god, who
broke the cold chain of flirting
and sat on a rosette of
tears blocking the sun ?

Was it true that death always
sits on our shoulders like an
owl undocking the life for piercing
contentious lips ?



Satish Verma...

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Sacrificial Souls
Dollar signs 
Hiding behind
A noble cause
Babies crying
For their mother
Decapitated lives
Sacrificial lambs
Paying the price
For the sins of a nation

Butchered innocence
Head count taken
Numbering the corpses left behind
On your trail of death
Nameless, faceless carrions
Anonymity meaning endless justification
Over the destruction of a helpless enemy 
Without a sword, a dimmer world
Each time a beautiful soul is sacrificed in vain...

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Take your knife
Carne con sangre
On sale here
Cut me up
Slice me dice me
Taste my sour blood
Savor the flavor
Revenge is on sale
Bitter and sweet all for you
Bile flows through me
Thinking of your hate
You may have butchered me
Slaughtered to rot at high time noon
I have a revelation for you
I love gardens and flowers
I now am one with them
As I feed them, and bring beauty 
To those who quench the thirst of love
I kiss the sun and laugh at you
hahahahahaha...

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An hour ago
At the embassy
Fleets of steels sighing
Protracted protocols prying
Exodus of seekers of greener pastures murmuring
Hanging hangars rusting and resting
Busy bees bullying deterioration
Officials posses with officialdom
Cabs crowing
Heads heavy with thoughts
Eyes lacerated with tears
Wives in sack-cloths
Sympathizers gulped down dry gins
As the blue bird landed from the air,
The remnant of his remains
Descended from above
Musa,
Butchered in the street of London

Awoh Awoh...

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Here’s a tale about Kermit the frog 
When blind drunk he slipped off a wet log
Miss Piggy was forlorn
Her dear ‘Kermie’ was ‘gorn’
Now he’s buried deep in a peat bog


The Swedish chef landed up in jail
In bad trouble no one would pay bail
He’d got a big knife
And butchered his wife
No parole until he's old and frail!

Inspired by the poem by Lin Lane - do join in the fun!!
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04~15~17...

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