These days NOTHING "beats" me; years ago it was NOT true.
My Mom whacked me all about till I, her son, was black & blue!
My younger, yet much BIGGER, brother stomped on me good,
and later in life he was the scourge of our..... neighborhood.
Even my sister, Birdie, and her girlfriends pounded me too,
but 'twas more mental than physical.I tell you: 'it is true! "
Some of my teachers, including some in Sunday School,
slapped me for "insolence", not following the Golden Rule **!
TODAY Bri does the whacking, pounding, and stomping,
as I crush the grass and ants while, on mental asylum lawn,
I'm …..romping.
(March...1st...2020)
Bullying is a real issue.Most people are not aware how much damage it makes to the self esteem of the person bullied.In some cases it makes rereparable damage to a person's psyche.Even parents while disciplining their children do not know whether beating and thrashing do any good to the child.Thanks Bri for sharing this poem..More discussions, research and councelling are required at school and college level on the issue where teachers, students, parents and psychologists should participate.
Oh boy I'm super glad this is not true, for siblings and parental beating is not right. And crushing poor lil ants and being in a mental asylum oh noh I'm glad this is just your fantastic imagination playing with our minds for reading fun. Kudos again sir Bri!
You were beaten, slapped, pounded and whacked according to your poem but have admitted that it is a joke. You have been punched a few times. Though you profess to be a bad bully, i don't think you are! You are a honest and aharmless bully Bri......For this poem inspired by a message from Kostas....my full vote for you dear friend......10
I loved the last stanza... and I didn't need the poet's notes to know that it wasn't all true.
Beaten as a clerk but grown as poet now. A long but worthwhile journey. Nice poem bri your poems are always thoughtful and thought provoking
We all are beating around bushes trying to deal with this crisis thrown on our face in a way that we don’t even know what is hitting us. Glad to read your poem. Stay well and stay home even if pulling your hair. I pulled weeds yesterday!
Everybody got a beating sometime or the other from and siblings, but perhaps those were for a good reason. Good to know that the beatings you mentioned in the poem were only imaginations and far from being true. A poem that rhymes good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In Russia, they say that if a husband beats his wife, then he loves her. You have a slightly different situation. But it seems that you were beaten out of special love for you. And probably for good reason. You made a decent loving husband and a poetic Internet companion. It's time not to beat you, but to love you.
Oh my God really! ! ! Woah my hubby does shout at me a lot not beat so maybe I should think it his love for he does claim it to be part of his love lol.