Short Flay Poems

The Bounder be now in his reign
Tho' he be of feather'd brain
Half the people sing his praise
The other half - his hide doth flay...

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It's bullies Melania fights
The big one is now in her sights
If Donald should stray
His schlong she will flay
And not even give him last rites...

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Flaunt not your flavour
Filial fellow.

Flay not your friend
Fuming figure.

Follow not the foe
Faithful flock.

Foil friendly fires
Formidable fighter.

Frolic not in frivolity
Future father....

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Ominous dawn murderous day
warhorse hooves defeated flay

Mace and axe steel to bone
vacant eyes face of stone

Natures tears from mothers eyes
never these loins a son will rise

Courage worn in tattered skin
ashes to ashes as all begin

Stephen...

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Our world is torn;
We must be menders,
Carers helpers and defenders,
Brothers, builders and befrienders--
Though the ripper's evil slashes
Flay the world to grievous gashes--
We must mend  and employ
Needles of kindness and threads of joy....

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Garlands at windows
American flay blowing softly
Giant bell with slick red bow
A lighted Christmas tree on the lawn
Snow on the roof waiting for Santa
Mistletoe over the door for Daddy
Silent night piped in softly
Christmas has arrived in all her splendor....

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One of me came out today.
I don't think he came out to play
"What is it you dislike the most, boy, say!"
"It is myself this day."

Another me came out today.
This one did not come here to flay
"What is it you like the most, I pray."
"It is myself, " I say...

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My mind hushed of its crowd of thoughts
The pains ive felt slowly strip away
Anger replaced with a numbing flay
Vision blurred with a cloud of smoke
Sailing me to the land of hope
Worries washed away
For now this is how I will spend my day
Spralled out on the couch,
Joint in my mouth...

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Cut out my heart, and take the pain
Please tear me apart, I’m going insane
Flay my flesh, down to the bone
Remake me fresh, my spirit has flown
Crack my spine, make me numb
Just stop time, my life is done
Put out mine eyes, stop my ears
Release these ties, remove my fears
I just cannot take, anymore hurt
I’m wide awake, but I am inert...

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“O” the only one on this earth-
Nothing equal to your worth-
No matter how much I return against your favors-
All will total always a dearth.
Your debts never I can pay even if I offer my every part flay-
About your position every scripture has say-
I remember you and feel no need ‘O’ my mother-
By remembering you no need remember God no need to pray....

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eye-GASMS are artful things of flesh left out by the woods /
she went were-wolves once ate meringue pie before acquiring
a human fedora and impressed all the women at the outdoor
market where butchers smoke meat and flay cigars with white
whiskered smiles.  Where were the yokes when sadness crept
over the clouds and a comedian choked on a badly baked joke?

:: 08042019 ::...

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Daring the tigers to toss her aside
To flay her open, and eat her hide
She sat prissily and primly, happily too.
Planning to take these tigers out of the zoo.

The tigers got wind of it and threw her over the wall.
They liked not having to hunt dinner, tiny rabbits so small.
They were spoiled and happy, their dinner was at five.
She knew better than to crawl back there, lucky to be alive....

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Books are our friends hey!
Don’t throw them away;
Keeping ourselves array
So that we be at assay
With books positively lay
For scrutiny at a ballet.
They – best pals – do say:
Read lavishly and do play,
Or in bright sunshine splay.
All healthy tips; no betray,
No deceiving, no astray.
Hence be ready to little pay
And be free as that jay
And soar up in the airway
Knowledge and wisdom to flay....

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All wars scourged bodies and souls--
Torn spirits and dredged feet of the fowls

Ravished by rabid gargoyles of prey
Scuppered dreams of the reapers of hay

Wars circled the world of May
'tis emblem are ruins and remnants of flay

Wars for peace can be penned on paper
Words and spikes of chivalry of the bleeder

Ink flowing out are veins of the fighter
Scrawled blood purged from the might of the writer...

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Sometimes i wish 
That i could crawl out of my skin
Bare all my sins
Flay myself open
And watch as i bleed
Maybe then i might feel
Some sense of release
A lessening of the weight
That suffocates me as i try to breathe
Maybe if i could breathe and i could see
I might not feel so dirty
But if i bare all my sins
And let everything out in the air
People would really see
The pathetic being i am underneath

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Upon this gloomy and terrorizing day,
clarity is obscured by the clouds colored gray.
Restrained tongues may not have much to say,
but those tearful hearts express the *flay.
Oh, so much grief that can't be delay'!
due to the love one's that from since lay.
And, as those left behind gasp for breath and pray,
even so, the wonderful memories they'll potray.

*Flay-to strip the skin or hide off especially by beating....

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HE LAYS WAYS
WHICH ACCUMULATE PAYS
HOW DARE YOU FLAYS
BEFORE HIS SAYS
THOUGH DO PRAYS
FOR IT STAYS
TO AVERT RAYS

SHE PRONOUNCED IT ALL
ALL KEPT IN MALL
TO IMPROVE FROM FALL
SHE TENDS PLAYING BALL
INSTEAD YIELD TO CXIMA TO ALL
ACCEPT PROXIMA TO WALL
WHO, NEXT TO STALL

BOTH CALL TO TRAY
EITHER FALL TO STAY
WHO’S STALL TO PRAY?
THUS WHO BALL TO PLAY?
WHEN ASKED WALL TO FLAY?
THEY ENQUIRE MALL TO PAY
THEN ALL AGREE WHICH WAY…...

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Hunter

Ears are prone on the ground
To catch vermin's motion sound.

Up empty skies, eyes are cast-
In the dark sea they're steadfast .

On the veld, the long nose,
Trails to catch a whiff while close.

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Writers are a Natural Hunter
Of Gist and not the blind punter.

Fishing Gist in the deeper wild
With Guts is his or her brainchild.

Sometimes, the hunt of the day
Bestows Hunter no bag to flay!...

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Thinking in our reasoned light
No answer blocks our say.
Running from towards the night,
We carry on our way.

In our gloried human right
We worship sun and day,
Spurning thoughts revealing light
And carry on our way.

Heedless in our hopeless height,
The heretics we flay.
Running downwards in the night,
Our golden glory gray.

Through cold fog and blighted sight
We barely see the ray.
Truthful and forgiving light;
We tarry on our way....

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Twinkling water...Shimmering Star
Loud Whispers resonate near and far

Nature's bounty..Meadows of grave
Misty dust commands the slave

Visions foreseen feed the blind
Lost sight or an averted mind

Tumbling tiara settles on lies
Instincts battle when truth is wise

False adherence refuse to obey   
Commands of my master 
When is offered to flay

Slave will rise to shelter its pride
One day it shall conquer the tide
One day it shall make it wide...

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Corona-19 and a pigeon 

Got up at eight this Sunday morning
switched on the computer and the Guardian 
was full of the virus and how many had died.
I switched on the TV and watched a cartoon.
I follow the rules, wear a mask and clean
my hands, the rest is up to chance I refuse to
live in fear.
While writing these lines of homespun wisdom 
a pigeon sits on the ledge if I wave my hand
it will flay away, and sometimes I wish to fly too
but I do not want to be a pigeon....

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