Short Lynch Poems

A lynch pin of love
She removes and iron bar
Sweet kisses within...

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lynch an empty chair
and wave a flag of freedom
in racist delight  

gives proof that legislation
can’t whiten a blackened heart...

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The mind is the ghost of our being,
  its voice left to haunt and cajole

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2017) 
    Collaboration with Martina Lynch...

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Santa went out last night dressed as the Grinch. 
Partied too much got into a tight pinch. 
Woke with aching hangover.
Mrs. Santa, boil-over, 
Bells ringing, threaten with deer's reins to lynch.

11/13/2022

A Fun Holiday Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin...

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I nestled my bottom on the seat
Of the toilet - I’m being discrete
I finished my job
Now need a lynch mob
It’s a good thing I didn’t excrete!

There’s no paper left in the loo
My language is turning quite blue
If you use the last sheet
Will you kindly replete
Or there’ll be a hullabaloo

Contest -I’m so annoyed
Sponsor Mary Oliver Rotman

01 08 15...

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Graves of many, dreadful dark and spooky.
Spiders hung and swayed a little kooky.
Pumpkins fierce howling red glow.
Walking-dead knock blow-by-blow.
Black wild cat moved its tail slightly fluky.

Dracula went out dressed as cranky Grinch.
Drank few too many got into tight pinch.
By foot dangled the mayor,
Threw him over conveyor.
Towns people came around with rope to lynch....

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Belief will lynch all the vistas,
one by one,
for art of living,
to break the silence of innocence.

I will scream, when hurts bruise
in temporal sleep,
for man’s hymns of wheeled corpses
wafting in eternal cliffs of truth –

being proud strings of a forgotten song
in the valley of death
chastening the majesty of scars.

I will pray for the brief funeral
of old age,
I shall not beg for mercy.						


SATISH VERMA...

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A splendid job you did clinch:
One helping you to others pinch;
And warn them to not move an inch,
Freely going mad when they flinch,
Half hoping to a life lynch.

It has been your dreamt role:
To strokes of the cane increase;
And where there’s none try a pole,
Causes giving faces to crease;
The inhuman you unleash with ease
Of mounting pressures no release,
You’re advised to roles switch,
And at the sight of blood twitch....

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A man is at his ugly best
when he recovers from night rest
Look at that man
perhaps the resting sun
dwelt on his chest
the rays carried torments of the morrow 
of the hectic routine he would follow 

Throughout the night
he wore his eyes tight without their lid
Today He's after the man
who lured him to fell
the fruitful neem
that harbored his dream
by his numb thumb
he did succumb 
should he get him 
he'd lynch him with a deadly rage of hell...

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John Merrick
Freak show fascination 
Machine trauma exhumation 
Have you found it? 
Yes, (An awful morbid operation) 
Did you see it?  No. 
One of the curious 
Pay for a peek 
Life is full of surprise's 
Consider the fate 
Consider the life 
Torture as a spectacle 
Deformed and mutated beyond reform 
Rescued by sympathy 
A man of faith  Ugly as sin 
A freak is never safe 
Difference never wins 


END 



(inspired by the David Lynch film of the same title)...

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