Short Flog Poems

There once was a fellow named Joe
To the Soup, he was comrade and foe
            At times he would blog
            Then poets would flog
Yet, he always would leave us aglow...

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Geoff Butterworth the English colourist is my pick
to  make watercolours so realistic
His paintings have perspective the discerning now seek
Try this link* to give this art ..a peek

inspired by a recent  'Flog it' tv clip/interview...

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Yesterday, big bites
Time flog the sweat to attempt
Killing lullaby

Today, chased the waves
Sprint lost towards to the sea
Swam and freely dove

Tomorrow, treasures
The time penned another page
Get ready to serve


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Your own favorite haiku.
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Shake out the trembles that restrain you
Walk upright in a downward glanced world

Shake the hand that refuses you

Smile at the demons that control you
Relive the moments that embarrass you 

Grovel in the sand that grates you
Reach out to enemies that flog you

Live

            Live


01/16/12
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I could go anywhere with my walkie
I’m talking walkie talkie
long before I knew    I needed a dog

(anxiety is funny that way
striking when you want to play
locked in a cage    with your brain set to flog)

I could go anywhere and talk to anyone 
else paralyzed sitting alone on my bum 
sorry this poem sucks   I have to go walk my dog...

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My heart raged like a black sea over shore;
 then anchored he in the depths of an unsure land,
a bleak morrow trickling from the neck of an hour-glass
unto the bottom of a slave - ship. 

I breathe in the stench of whipped pride,
at sun set beyond the Atlantic, 
as breeze of pines and autumn birches
 flog nostril hairs; and stiffened gazes,
trod the white screens day and night...

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Sheer anguish is what she seeks
like a two-edged sword 
coming from her mouth
she request his very soul to pierce

She cannot flog him as she wishes
so venom spews from her lips
taking away his power
shutting down his vital organs

Just as a wounded animal, 
caught in the jaws of death, 
he prayed to perish
as her fangs sink deep into his flesh

The sureness of reality he sees, 
the certainty his demise will be....

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Oh I am a little metaphor
I love to play a word,
today I am a fortress on 
Tuesday I’m a bird	

On Wednesday I’m a simile
cos I’m like a train, storming
into history,to  play this wordy game

On Thursday’s I push the boat out,
ploughing through the waves, then
Fridays I’m like a scimitar, slicing 
through the raves

And if you catch me weekend,  I 
won’t hold a grudge, just take me
as you find me,  wink, wink,
nudge, nudge, nudge....

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I am proud to be a cat but a cat
All time I feed on clean fresh milk as
Mankind labor and cry all lifetime

Agamas think I am a coward in life

People thank me for being bright but
Rats abuse me when I break their tails
Owls throw bad oracles against me
Unkind cows flog me with their tails
Donkeys complain of back-aches 

Calm, wise I live in comfort and peace
All day fights and abuses bring doom
Try them and the skies will open doors...

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By Parizo Van Thulare

Like the thunderstorm in my mind  
It rolls ,seeking  a way out 
It crawls deep out of my pores, hoping to see sun

Burning as the veld fire 
From my medulla to my spine ,the heat is felt .
In words rhyming like in a flog 
Telling me to wake up and let in bleed 
Round and round down my mouth 
It wants to speak for the broken 

The mender of souls 
The healer of hearts 
The remedy of doubts 
This is POETRY in making...

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Seats in Starbucks seem quite scarce
‘Cause laptop users hog ‘em.
Dirty looks won’t make them move – 
Perhaps it’s time to flog ‘em.

Sitting in a precious seat
For hours seems quite piggy,
Even if they’re doing work
Or tryin’ to get jiggy.

Other people want to sit
When sippin’ brews or snackin’;
No one has the nerve to ask
Those gluttons to get packin’.

Selfishness today appears
To be the status quo.
Perhaps a Starbucks laptop charge
Just might be apropos....

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