"flog" poems
I can be a sadist
I can be a ****
I enjoy a bit of pain
I'm often filled with lust
I want to be the Top
and to be topped too
I'd love to tie you up
or to be tied by you
Push the right button
and I'll be your subby
or grant to me control
I may lock you in the cubby
Stick me full of needles
or I'll put some in you
zap me with electricity
I may pass the current through
Whip me, flog me, spank me
I too can you impact
I'm happy to do whatever
and that's a ***** fact
I can be anything for anyone
pretty much more or less
it all depends on circumstance
and on what you confess
So let's stop prevaricating
and get on with the fun
let me know where and when
and which way round you run
Cynthia Pauline Jones 25/10/13
Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 5:24 AM UTC
Distant clown, over-grown cow.
Greed, fled, fed, boat-led Sam,
Getting nowhere, near no fear.
Inner, sinner; surrogate's recycle-Bin.
Learned not we have, might constitute.
Flog a sand-bag, get dusty.
Provoke, take a stand for right.
Resolve why the hate. Quite!
Speaking of cows- inquisitive beasts;
Shouldn't be cast the wrong role.
Directors fault; new term. Choice-less.
Exactly. What would you do?
It's not of oppression, strike-down obsession.
Internal bee-stings, are not the painful.
Whatever the previous past, catalyst presentation...
On-going retaliation, stains not a few.
**** Rocks are heavy!
So what of the boat pudding?
Not constructive. World should bear this too.
Culinary dialogue. O'Bam, more custard?
Nov 16, 2011
Nov 16, 2011 at 7:46 PM UTC
When we had left the Seamans mission
lugging our suitcases,
Beeston seemed the best place to go
4.6 A.B.V felt like pushing the boat,
but the fillies were feisty enough
to flog off our descendants
into the zeitgeist.
Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 2:11 PM UTC
∙∙∙◦◦•◎•◦◦∙∙∙
In a world of turmoil’s
people in strife
black and gray, a syzygy
warring here and there
striking each other's knife
love one's left
friends flog then fade
yoking, the loneliness came
broken, it's even hard enough
—to fathom or wade
On a cliff
some of us wish to fall
like ecstasy to forget
to mark nothing from all
a road was gifted
and ways of life would recall
in the verge I might lose
so, a verdict, my heart had chosen
to live rather than to die
I would go
to tread a path, a great unknown
long long journey still I would go
a grasp of hope I'll forever hold
as I walk all alone
Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 2:46 AM UTC
I'd like three cows
- maybe a bull;
couple of alpacas
- fer the wool.
a turtle,
a frog,
few pigs n a hog,
oh, - n a tortoise
n a porpoise
- the eggs
- which I'd flog
Mar 30, 2012
Mar 30, 2012 at 11:24 AM UTC
I see what you're doing; I know what you are.
Seen you travel some distance through
this lyrical bar.
I know your particular flavor,
as you 'give' yet leave nothing
to savor.
Did you say it all...did you feed your
callous need?
As your 'so called' critiques and comments
just left another to bleed?
How 'brave' you are behind your avatar,
but you see,
You've done little, if anything, to honestly
impress me.
You use your lack of diplomatic restraint
to simply crush spirits and leave behind
a dark, bitter taint.
Did you say all you needed, does is make
you feel better?
To ruffle thin feathers; crippling feelings
altogether?
I know what you're doing; I could BE you,
if I very well wanted to!
The bile and power of your word,
leaves poor souls understanding
that their thoughts and opinions, to you,
are absurd.
Time after time I read your insolent speeches
on many a blog,
as you spew forth your 'wisdom', dispensing
a high voltage flog.
I know what you're doing; I could BE you,
if I very well wanted to!
Unlike YOU, 'friend', I prefer to pay visits
and leave a word of kindness;
never leaving them with lyrical blindness.
Sometimes I may read, and have nothing
to say...if their words overwhelm, hit a nerve,
or inspire my mind to stray...to a place of
recognition...far, far away.
I just felt this deep need to express,
how you're grating on my nerves;
with your sour, evil comments
just disguised as 'clever words'.
Go on now, my 'friend', try to pen
words that INSPIRE...
I promise I'll be kind, even as
I unleash my fire...
unto the likes of you...
such a mean spirited shrew!
So next time, give great thought
to your comment before you click away,
'cause I know many a great poet here,
that by YOUR cold, pathetic words...
will NOT be chased away!
-by Mercurychyld
Copyrights
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 9:18 PM UTC
I've lived off pressure
Ridden on expectant falls
Derided by some
I've been loved without measure
Tripped over some hearts
Hated by some
Whatever it is you do
There are expectations to flog you with
But always bear in mind
That humans
We never stop judging
Dressed in stereotypes
To our burial sites.
Jul 23, 2016
Jul 23, 2016 at 1:19 AM UTC
two men sat fishing
by a village stream
one short
one tall...
Short Man:
I think he's wrong
to chat to kids
leave them alone
there is no need
Tall Man:
What have you there
your venal mind
has lost the plot
there is no deed
Short Man:
No man has kids
who like him so
it must be bad
let's cast our vote
Tall Man:
No issue here
we're always there
he's not alone
I'll have you note
Short Man:
They tell him stuff
we never hear
why don't they talk
to us instead
Tall Man:
You're busy mate
you shut them up
and all you do
is keep them fed
Short Man:
It's just not done
the kids all flock
they see a saint
could be a threat
Tall Man:
The Lord himself
had kids mill 'round
for he was good
no need to fret
Short Man:
It's true I s'pose
that's different though
a Son of God
can do it right
Tall Man:
So all of us
imperfect souls
can only lose
the moral fight?
Short Man:
Of course it's not
as clear as that
just can't abide
if kids get hurt
Tall Man:
Well that's okay
but blacken not
a decent man
by throwing dirt
Short Man:
I'll flog him to
an inch of life
if we would hear
he's crossed the line
Tall Man:
You know I loathe
all deviant ways
be careful though
for he's benign
Short Man:
I hear you man
my thoughts run wild
we mustn't see
it black and white
Tall Man:
Imagine if
he's told this sh-t
to slander hear
how would that bite
Short Man:
You have a point
not all are bad
some have more time
than most townsfolk
Tall Man:
I've heard he steers
them to the good
he's simply not
a usual bloke
Short Man:
You're right my friend
you've pulled me up
an honest man
we should defend
Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 7:54 PM UTC
the dog owner neglected
his so called friend
no sustenance to the dog
did he kindly tend
over a period of time
the poor wretch withered away
he took his last panting breath
on a hot summer's day
twas criminal what the dog owner
did foist upon the dog
for his uncaring actions
he deserves a thumping good flog
his heartlessness
truly unforgivable
the dog seemingly to his eye
twas invisible
everyday dogs die
in a state of distress
their owners perpetrating
undeniable cruelness
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 7:21 PM UTC
-Is not poetry
-Just blank prose on a blank page
-Devoid of meaning
That was a haiku
listing its own description
maybe this is too
Fruitlessly search her
Find her pointless intention
Flog her innocence
Be not satisfied
consummate your great wisdom
speak of your power
From literal farce
the meaning of life is found
flourish as she dies
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 9:03 PM UTC
So I sew stitches around the crown made of fingers twisted like a tangled dandelion strangled garden worn as a closet to hide my crafted paper daft boxes that I keep my skeletons in because their keyholes keep appearing on my face,
If you destroyed like me you'd see that ashes are the outcome of a matchstick man,
I cannot rest my head yet on my pillows made of dead rabbits feet and fox tails until I store them in their little coffee can tin jars far under this mattress pad of nails,
Warm words in cold rooms subsumes the silent night screens projected over by my rising motion picture smoke breath that my eyes watch alone now at a distance starting from my lucky lucky steel dagger full sized sheet set and ending at an omen reflecting my separation anxieties coming from my lungs,
Yet loneliness is the only person neatly tucked between it other than my own broken battered body with a shiver and a quiver discretely manifesting,
And like white ghosts the stars watch me sleeping at night,
You can flog all my windows,
But I'll still be sleeping at night,
I'll miss all your wake up calls,
Every single one,
So I let the music play,
Because noise cancels noise inside an introverted fire starter
May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 4:50 PM UTC
Dear Me,
You have done things in the past
Done them fast
With no second thought
But now You regret the choices you made
And when the time comes you will have to pay
But until then Try hard to do what's right
Ignore the ones who get you frustrated
Don't give in and fight
Write everything down like you are doing now
Write when you are sad, write when you want out
Hold closely the ones who are your friends
Because you never know when that friendship will end
Hold them close stitch them to your heart if you have to
Because they are the people who love you
Don't forget to hold you family close also
Keep your head up when you are brought down
When they breach the walls you placed
And they throw the words like spears to your head
When they beat you and flog you
make you raw mentally and emotionally
Just keep your head up
You shoot me down but I won't fall I am Titanium
Sing this when you need to
be the best person you can be
Be the person you want them to see and enjoy
Try hard every day to do what you can
Try to be a good man
Sincerely,
Yourself
Feb 23, 2013
Feb 23, 2013 at 12:02 PM UTC
I waste my time with you, everyday with you
Enraptured in this sin that we've been hiding in
Years go by with us pretending
Our connection we keep defending
And in the denial we become consumed
I waste my life with you
Aug 30, 2010
Aug 30, 2010 at 5:36 PM UTC
If only she accepted me as her friend,
I would accompany her to destination.
She wouldnt have search for shade to bend.
Love will be our protection.
Behold how she shivers like feverish monster.
The unmerciful rain made her a wet fowl.
She said that rain is the administer
of
ugly,sorrow,sickness,cold and foul.
Oh no! if Goliath seem toughest,
call on David,if rain
is the administer cold
call on love,the supernatural best.
The most costly free gold.
If me and her in the rain walk,
the rain will only flog the dead horse.
Our teasing jokes and sweet talk,
will be our umbrella,no sorrow
nor the worse.
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 5:32 AM UTC
Stick it with a pin
And I will yelp
Twist its arm
And I will cry for help
Strip it
And I will seek cover
Kick its groin
And I will double-over
Punch it
And I will bruise
Slice it
And I will ooze
Stomp it
And I will ache
Slam it
And I will break
Drown it
And I will choke
Burn it
And I will smoke
Skin it
And I will peel
Flog it
And I will kneel
Bite it
And I will heave
Kiss it
And I will leave.
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 3:19 AM UTC
go ahead and take a look:
I put myself up for show.
just don't expect
you're due respect
when you say what I hear and know.
come and take a ride, little doggy,
you'll be my pony for the day...
comments claim you're a stud,
but you still **** in the mud.
run home and I'll flog you all the way.
Mar 27, 2011
Mar 27, 2011 at 1:54 PM UTC
I was sat in a Tavern in Pompey Town,
Sipping a tipple of ***
When I watched a Jack make an axe attack,
Chop off his finger and thumb!
I couldn’t believe the blood that flowed
From the cut of that rusty blade,
But the barmaid Flo, said ‘You’ve done it, Joe,
Now look at the mess you’ve made!’
She cleaned it up with a swill of ale,
Walked off with the finger and thumb,
‘I’ll nail these up on the balustrade
With the rest that have been as dumb.’
But Joe sang out when he’d had a drink
‘It’s better than being a tar!
I spent three years, under the lash
On His Majesty’s Man o’ War.’
‘They ‘pressed me when I was still a kid
And treated me like a dog,
I suffered scurvy and couldn’t work,
The answer to that, was flog.’
‘They flogged me around the Southern Cape,
They flogged me a-ship and ashore,
Whenever I thought that I might escape
They dragged me onboard for more.’
‘And Cap’n Foggett’s abroad tonight
With his cut-throat parcel of rogues,
Impressing the able-bodied men,
They’re lining them up in droves.’
‘For Nelson’s lying abaft the lee
With barely a half a crew,
He needs more men for the ‘Victory’,
And that means me and you!’
‘In every tavern they’re moving in,
In every alley and quay,
At first they offer the King’s shilling,
To war with the enemy.’
‘But the Frenchies rake with the carronade
That will rip the flesh from your bones,
And the decks run red from the men who bled
Impressed from their wives and homes.’
‘They say he sails on the tide tonight
So they’re doing a quick Hot Press,
Even a gen’lman walking late
Won’t meet with their gentleness.’
‘A cudgel whack on a squire’s head
Then dragged to the bilges, free,
They’ll never know ‘til they all wake up
That they’re headed on out to sea.’
‘That Nelson’s got but a single arm,
He’s got but a single eye,
If that’s not enough to be alarmed
By God, then I wonder why!’
The Press Gang came to the Tavern door
But couldn’t come on inside,
They tried to sell me a Man o’ War
But Joe had made me decide.
I took a gulp of Jamaica ***
And I steeled myself to the task,
‘The Press are waiting outside,’ I cried,
‘Just hand me that rusty axe!’
David Lewis Paget
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 10:27 AM UTC
Godless poetry
Dangling from a skill tree
Disgusting when i rot
Stop me
Start me
Cautiously
Fearsome knot
Frees me
Flees me
Freeze me
If hell is hot
Sock me
Mock me
Flog me
But trust me not
Its mine to break:
Dec 8, 2012
Dec 8, 2012 at 11:44 PM UTC
I am in transition,
I speak to those who come after me,
I learn from those who come before me.
In trepidation and in fear,
I wait for the anticipation found only in her tears,
that when they bloom on the dry, thirsty wood,
marks the time to begin, I hear.
And in a whisper, a whimper, and shrill,
when cold leather makes a trail,
the heartbeat beats fainter still,
until that time when metal becomes a pill.
I make her back warm,
Melting Iron,
Smelting leather and skin,
Into leather again.
She is silent as a mouse. She sits,
remaining only a part of the beats, and his
expressed torturous tenderness.
Where consent meets fear and pain,
there is a shadowy still sadness that waits to be shown
in the light that is happiness and gain.
Some see a barbarous deceit,
in that which takes place,
but she only says,
Please.
Please.
As you wish.
I flail and flog at my own inexperience,
waiting to see,
if I make a mistake or three.
Til the time comes when she screams out loud,
I press on, deeper, deeper, until a chasm is found.
The afterglow of the torturous tenderness,
that illumines the heart and makes fuzzy the eyes,
is enough for me to see that consent remains.
I ask only the simplest questions,
Noting that she's infantile in emotions,
where high context rules,
and only those that know the code may endure.
She limps and lingers,
needing more than her fingers
as she craws safely into that safe place
called her spiritual chamber.
Having melted iron, leather and skin
been smelt into leather again,
I sigh at those wafers that cannot understand,
that the greatest of gifts is in a helping hand.
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 7:56 PM UTC
Listen...
As they show you
their many needs and ways
From the moment they are born
To the very last of your days
Their poetry is in motion
They're language is in play
Their cries for help, behavior
Their wisdom, confounds "your way"
Love...
Though you may be tired
And doubt plagues your mind
You crave quiet open spaces
And Sanity is so hard to find
Know each grace is given
For travelers to find a path
Branches placed to trip you
Land you on humility's softened grass
Learn...
To see youself the prisoner
You keep under lock and key
The one you flog for disappointing
The one who begs to be set free
To let go of your agenda
Your illusion of control
Listen, Love and Learn
All that's needed to be made whole.
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 1:47 AM UTC
*A Pale thick fog,
A dark moonless night,
To live forever we're agog,
Until death angel comes,
When your time runs out,
He finds you no doubt,
To lay your soul to waste,
To lay your soul out of this life,
You can hear nothing but him whispering,
Calling your name and death murmuring,
You see nothing but his face,
With every single breath,
You smell nothing but death,
You have no excuse,
You can't say no for death,
You can never refuse,
A dead horse you flog,
If you look for clues,
Only life to lose,
No options, it's fate,
You can never choose.*
Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 4:36 PM UTC
My friend, my LOVE!
You're asleep and I sit here looking at you.
Flipping through the pages of your past,
my heart bleeds for you
tears well in my eyes for you.
I've seen the things you have,
experienced it all,
lived it all - at your side.
You, my friend,
my dearest friend -
I've known you all your life
You show mercy,
even to the smallest creature
you fight for the weak and helpless
I just wish you could show yourself that mercy
show yourself the love and compassion
you so freely do for others
For you deserve it!
The stuff you've endured
the life you've had
and challenges you've faced,
would have broken lesser men
Now I lay you down to sleep
maybe to be released again
in the morning's early hours
when your defences are down!
For in the day,
you keep me locked behind our eyes
you cage me in our heart,
you silence me
and I stare in horror as you flog us
beat and punish us
and deal harshly with us
for stuff that hasn't always been our fault.
Tomorrow morning, reading this
please show yourself some mercy
you're not that bad
you might even be better than you know
even deserving of love
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 8:58 PM UTC
This is too much.
Surely, I did something
To deserve things as such.
A lazy, glassy-eyed ****
You haven't kissed me open-mouth
In well over 15 months.
The good guy routine
Well, it isn't a routine...
But I artfully mask my anger with
******* at night
And in the mornings caffeine.
I imagine
That when you look at me
I'm less man than machine.
But knowing me,
I'll continue to flog myself
For these crimes I haven't committed.
And maybe one day the gavel will fall
And I'll finally be ever-acquitted.
May 17, 2019
May 17, 2019 at 10:36 AM UTC
the dog owner neglected
his so called friend
no sustenance to the dog
did he kindly tend
over a period of time
the poor wretch ebbed away
he took his last panting breath
on that hot summer's day
twas criminal what the dog owner
did foist upon the dog
for his uncaring actions
he deserves a thumping good flog
his heartlessness
truly unforgivable
the dog seemingly
to his eye twas invisible
every day dogs die
in a state of distress
their owners perpetrating
undeniable cruelness
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 9:25 AM UTC