Long Bulled Poems

He followed this path for half a mile,
found himself high up on a cold platform.
The trail split, one went across the mesa,
the other went right, winding down below.

On the left he could see clear wagon...

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Don't ask me how it happened; I have no clear recollection. I have always had this brazen habit of coming right out and directly asking for whatever I want; I always figured "no!" was the...

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Shana Aubrey Harris – 
 whose existence begat by dada and da mama; aye
revel your bursting at figurative seams viz maturation, and know by
chatting over telephone, your aura, charisma, 
   and persona finds...

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...Baum’s men were caught in a hot cross-fire,
many quickly were sent to the grave,
their Indian allies wisely pulled out,
seeing no victory to be had that day.

The militia just kept pushing closer,
and destroyed the Hessian powder...

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Every day in school
They would pick on him
And threaten to kill his mom
If he reported them

The constant abuse 
And the physical attacks
For months he took it
And the teachers all turn their backs

The shame and humiliation
His...

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Recruit Division

I never applied to join the Army, a nice man phoned me,
He said I was the type they liked, with a steel certainty,
Plus he happened to mention the nurses on the way,
And the simple...

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...With that he kicked his horse in the flanks
and charged towards Thompson and the men,
not expecting it, two of them went down
before they realized he was no longer Friend.

Now it was just Thompson and Stomping...

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This is the second half, read part 1 for the first half

July dawned hot, we began to know
That here was something, a warm hot glow

August again, classes to fill
We planned as one, like Jack and...

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...The brazenness stunned them quiet,
so I bulled forth, continued on:
“You raised a thief, who played with guns,
and you’re surprised that it went wrong?

“Did you never explain to him
that living life by violence
would visit it back...

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A mean boy bulled me, then another joined him and there were two.
Three more girls arrived to call me names and kick me about.
A gang now, I counted, and it truly made me depressed and...

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A Soldier That’s Lost.

Green was the colour of all of my suits,
Razor starched creases and bulled mirror boots,
Focused and steadfast,
Her majesty’s best,
Ribbons and medals proud on my chest.
15 years and 7 tours to my name,
A...

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The Guildhall clock chimes
Eleven times this special day,
A great silence descends as
The two minutes tick away.
On parade at the Cenotaph,
An old man among old men
(Where did the years go for
In my mind I’m young again):

Not...

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The bull is coming
What are you going to do?
Are you going to run or get out of the way?
I say not
Face it like a matador
Even guide it
How many times are you bulled?
Too many times
But who...

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