"flogs" poems
The Autumn missal has arrived,
A fall reminder of the coming cold,
Strange slanting light to shift the maple
Greens to furious red and gold.
High above the myriad travelers chant adieu,
As on their sky-road paths they sing,
A chorus glorious to southern waters blue
Where winter marshes serve a warm retreat.
A liturgy of highest order drives the world
Beyond the ken of time-old cycles round;
Hibernal instinct now in feral life unfurls:
Flogs squirrels outward on their oak-corn bounds,
Plushes wealth of wolves' warm winter fur,
Hardens bone and antler, deepens feathered down,
Adds harvest fat to beast and fish and fowl,
Drives sap below old Frost's attempt to burrow down.
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Unspoken paen unheard by almost all,
A careless shivering passerby may dread
This ritual changing of the Fall,
But never mind, the liturgy is read,
And Nature safely tucks herself into her wintery bed.
Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 9:53 AM UTC
"Teachers tear-gassed,lathi-charged "--
Reads a bold-letter news item.
One law binds the teacher, not to cane,
another law
canes, flogs and batons them.
With frustration writ large
they still teach.
India, only in India,
where teachers demonstrate
and lie prostrate
where scientists commit suicide
where a teacher grows
bald and blind in hope
where but to teach
is to be full of sorrow.
May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 1:03 PM UTC
At the coldest of all times,
In the presence of harsh weather,
I as a grass,
As helpless as ever;
Too much cook spoils the broil,
That's why grazing brings so much boil,
To the forsaken grasses,
Who can deliver their spleen to nobody,
Favour! But to themselves!
The rain flogs the hell,
The sun scorches the heaven,
Out of the grasses, as a spell,
They can deliver their spleen uneven
Favour! But to themselves!
The brainless bulk of extractive meat,
Also move to them to cheat,
And graze until they are tired,
Mindless of whether the grasses are fired.
Do they not know that the **** of the fowl aches?
Or do they pretend that they do not.
Can they just eat their cakes?
And continue to keep their font?
Being a grass,
For full days of the hours,
I see our helplessness,
I feel the harsh treatment we have received,
And the many ways we have been deceived.
Erosion comes and sweeps us away!
Rain falls and saps our nutrients away!
Sun shines and shrinks our leaves unprunned!
The brainless bulk of extractive meat graze and
chew us away!
Our colours turn to milkless tea!
At whose mercy are we?
As a grass, I cry, I weep
But no help comes...
I'm short of words...
Yet no help comes...
Nigeria!
Where is the future of your people-the grasses!
As favour is to themselves!
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 10:51 AM UTC
Sometimes all my head needs to hear
Are sensible stimulations to keep
My thirsty thoughts on track.
I am sorry for my sporadic sensations,
I should share them with the class.
But I can't keep constant cognition
Since the sunshine sparkles in my sights,
And an essence ever so eloquent evanesces from Elaine,
And Fred's fervid feeding fantasia flogs my guts.
I apologize for my lack of attention.
I know it doesn't adhere to your ability and awareness.
But bare with me babe, I have big benevolent things to say.
My waking words of wisdom wage a token to your time.
So I speak like significant social crime,
It seems so sensible, does it not?
Aye, let me idle your illness
And enlighten your English!
My thin ticking thoughts throw in all directions,
I'm positive something will appeal to your petition.
Just Listen and Learn!
All my alliteration has already altered your apperception.
Soon my silly sounds will cease.
I guarantee this gossip
Makes you giddy and not guilty.
So I thank you,
For listening to my labor.
It truly told a timeless tale.
Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 5:08 PM UTC
My knees always ache when it rains. It feels like thunderstorms down there.
Imbriferous skies quake and pour. In rows of misery below, black umbrellas and grim faces held in raincoat hoods move up and down the hill slopes. Impluvious bodies move as a current – up and then down, up and then down – carving new streams of black into the long grass.
Officers clothed in raincoats and trash bags tug at the leashes of baying bloodhounds, slipping in the mud.
I sit in the spindrift – the icy pinprick of the heavy rain turning my face raw. Splashes of mud freckle my pink cheeks. The rain flogs every black umbrella to a monotonous rhythm. Thunder rolls like a rock avalanche into a mountain creek. Corn stalks and men alike are bent beneath sheets of rain. Flashes of light across the sky smell like Sulphur. The earth a deafening drone, continuous, never-ending, and in that drone swept the black umbrellas and raincoats, one by one, two by two, shifting, streaming, flowing stern-faced and wretched. From the top of the hills they pour, pooling and spreading out into the fields like a black river.
A river of desperate life, searching for the dead.
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 3:30 AM UTC
I am eating sweets like a spoiled fat kid
the elated surge of sugar coursing through veins
like kiddy *******
zooming through internal tubes
green lights all the way
soon to be shuddering as I pass the summit
and descend,
coming down faster then theTwin Towers
when there’s a boom there’s always a bust
what goes up will always come down
gravity is invisible and it's inevitable
a ghost hanging on your shoulders
the sheer weight of all this.
Boredom flogs me
and time is the vinegar thats poured in my wounds.
I want be on the savannah shooting lions with the sun turning my neck into cracked leather. I would shoot it without mercy or malice I’ll look it right between the eyes then I’ll pull the trigger. I’ll watch the dessert ground absorb his blood. It will just dissappear.
I am an astronaut bouncing on the moon. I have planted bombs in capital cities. I have stolen from museums.
Jan 17, 2013
Jan 17, 2013 at 2:19 AM UTC
Bittersweet and lemon treats
Tanking troubled hatless heaps
Salty horizon flogs sweet beach
Sandy skin, too soft a peach
Your thumb brushing my left cheek
Can you still smell the apple’s reek
Skewed hearts remain in heat
Devine reminds a heart to beat
Kept up in the saddles seat
King of every bit of hate, wash
These battered palms disgrace
Love has sunk the ship of face
Tulips lack the need for space
Whips of stars appear in plight
Have you only fight or flight?
Good wills only break the bank
And I’ve only left myself to thank
Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 11:35 PM UTC
Lola could laugh at his anger.
He could smile at her tears.
they could never be together
even after all these years
the policemen they came running
the officers had dogs
but Lola she was stunning.
even after the night time flogs
when the stars were high as drops outs
and the moon was wasted on air
the two of them imperfect
were perfect laying there.
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 11:38 PM UTC
pain the teacher
the only instructor who instructs after punishment
PAIN
the only teacher who flogs you without a cain
PAIN
it teaches you the bittersweet truth
PAIN
it knows nobody
PAIN
it is a respecter of noon
PAIN
it won't stop until you learn.
PAIN
the best instructor anyone can ever have.
PAIN
take or leave it one way or the other everyone gets trashed
pain pain pain
Sep 5, 2020
Sep 5, 2020 at 12:52 PM UTC
We have tree flogs
On the hunt
On our windows
Others are croaking
In the forest.
We have an orchid light.
The light attracts moths.
The frogs come to hunt the moths.
We watch them hunt.
While they are plastered
on the windows.
It is quite entertaining.
They are accomplished hunters.
I also feel like,
We exist in the scheme of things.
Connected to nature
by creating a hunting ground
For tree frogs.
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 7:55 AM UTC
Forever Ever or Never
Forever does it exist? Forever is never doesn’t exist. It betrays hearts, breaks bones in its subtle nuances. It takes love, makes it eternal but it’s not. There is nothing just worn down cloth from the gaggery. No one has any right to tell. Love has no name so don’t expect it to deliver your ***** pleasures.
Aphrodite has a mirror_ it reflects your world of despicable lust. Her voice flogs those who use its dance for uppity pose.
Freyja was here with Eros flown away.
I am impassioned with this. Never born_trapped in mother’s uterus_screaming forever. But you released me. This hideous hateful horrid hobgoblin always down inside inner core gutter’s sewer range. Crawling with the dregs- scrags_ slags lovers who have been banished for a dream of sensuality.
Unbeknown to every scab here, I am to see_ relish freedom_ hovering, staggering towards my light, the golden globe IBurning gone but not forever as there is no ever or nowhere forgone. Person of steel lifts me out of the gutter- carrys me on her back to the hollowmen hole. I’m gone.
Apr 10, 2021
Apr 10, 2021 at 9:20 AM UTC