Short Flagellation Poems

Irritation with
Your verbal flagellation
Spawned flatulation



By Robb A. Kopp...

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It was haemolysed 
the homeless night.
Flagellation will bring out the truth.

The bloody kerchief
was thrown on a crowd.
A new comet was sighted.

Dust and ice were
near the tears.
Sun was rising.

Something fell
in the lake. Death was going
to be celebrated.

Flesh has emptied
the juices. Now 
bones will laugh.



Satish Verma...

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a moonache levitates
on blue lake
you shot me at close range

predictable encounter
the whole truth had plunged
between two eyes

self flagellation
of the waves on beach
i was walking on marigolds

your body becomes a flute
when i was writing an epilogue
on the life of a gold leaf

it was raining on the rose
like gnawing  illicit drops
on the upper lip of a virgin


SATISH VERMA...

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I am a misprint,
Ink blot on love,
I remain a maybe
Longing for fact,
No speck of lint,
A hand in glove.
Thunder; a baby
Will only react

When you etch
Parallel clouds,
Whistling on cue
To a dead town.
Dream a sketch
Of silent crowds
Becoming you,
This boiling crown

Chews thought
Into flagellation.
Holes in the walls
To spy through,
Seeking a sort
Of bricked-up sun.
A heaven of halls,
All leaving you....

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I watched the monkey 
climb aboard,
and sink his claws 
into the small of your back
after all, 
its where the sweetmeat is


you stood there 
not batting an eye
while he devoured
and chewed on your psyche


ripping at ligaments
you twitched,
just a mite
and went white


refrain from turning back
refrain from self flagellation


throwing that hairy parasite
off your back


wings will spread again
and paint the doors to heaven
with a Mona Lisa smile...

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No nearer nighttime.
In my own arms I have nurtured
the sweetest flagellation.
Moth to inferno once more.

Silver septum skin.
She snaps from divine touch
to sputtering projection.
Roll credits where credit is due.

Everything ends eventually.
Her sanctified smile shines
through tears, floods, inebriation.
Just in time for happy unhappy hours.

Where was wonder?
I will delicately segment and untie
her endless memory speck by speck.
Until she is remade, removed, relived.
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