Arm And A Leg Poems

I drop off my car in anticipation,
That it doesn’t require, complete restoration.
‘You’ll have it by two’ the young lady said
Then I am told it’s five thirty instead.

They text a report, the news is not good
Do I have to confirm? I...Read More

A reckless young pirate named Greg
Drank whisky straight out of a keg.
He cried 'Look at me!'
In shark-ridden sea;
That drink cost an arm and a leg!


14.04.19

 Pirate Themed Limerick Poetry Contest: sponsored by Tania Kitchin


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It cost me an arm and a leg but I think it was well worth the cost,
I am not into jewellery in any meaningful way,
So, it was no great hardship to forego the pleasure,
Of owning the latest piece of bling,
That...Read More

Acapulco

I’d love to go down to the sea again,
The sea and the Holiday Inn,
Where some of the guests are awfully fat,
And others are awfully thin,
Where the average age is a hundred and four,
Give or take a year or three,
‘Cos another...Read More

Had we but oil enough and gas,
All welfare bill would easily pass,
And we’d be spending hard, I bet,
Without incurring any debt.
You, on the Moon, would keep your bees
And tend to Martian refugees;
And I would sleep all day, in mirth,
Upon the...Read More

I HAVE A DATE
I have a date,
with the Shylock.
I am raring to trade,
all my valuables.
That cost me,
an arm and a leg.
For peanuts,
with which to bribe.
The landlord,
not to vacate me.
From his minuscule,
colossal castle.
A cloth in one hand,
and soap water in the...Read More

How many pleats perfect the fall in Radha’s sari?
What portion of turmeric flawlessly lights up mum’s curry?
Without spice, how can some people have last names like, ‘Achari’?
When meeting after long, why does Tom ask Harry, ‘What’s the story?’
Why do tiny...Read More

Rules are made to be broken
And maybe so are hearts
You would never fall in love if it wasn’t for Cupid and his dumb darts
There aren't as many fish in the sea as you think, there are mostly sharks
They don't hunt...Read More

Off the top of my head
and in a blink of an eye,
wanted to write a poem
that was on the tip of my tongue,

Meantime was having a brain fart
and pulling my hair out,
didn't want to sound cheeky
or put my foot in...Read More

Lucky ones

Your pay is to break, to hurt, be bent and stink,
 the bank is your body, selling labor the means.

A wage is a a wave of dread 
	for the very dinner on your plate.
Again with the pinto beans. 

You...Read More

They said it was just a passing fad
Dark clouds continue to stay
You have to take the good with the bad
But the bad just won't go away

They tell you to live the American dream
And fight for that dream at all cost
But...Read More

cutting corners                                      ...Read More

The nights are cold but still the heat is on 
mourn for who? Why seek ye the living among the dead 
you been fed so why let the hungry starve 
everything has a price an arm and a leg is...Read More

At “Plaza" square  
Where sugary stars kindle for the evening,  
A forgetting child wake up from the nap, 
Weeping over, dull night where the time flee  
as water drains into along distance-

Long evening, tossing transparent spirit 
By...Read More

With my tongue planted firmly in my cheek...



We certainly can't all be movie stars
Who'd be left to go to the show
I don't mind being the one to sacrifice
It's not about the big heaps of dough

Yes, the sacrifice would be a...Read More

Two swigs of tequilla
Strawberry Daiquri
A pair of scissors
Some anger
Pain
Emptiness
An arm and a leg
Meke a good time
For shedding some blood
Tears anyone?
Breaths feel cool
Taste rebelious....Read More

I remember, across the lake
in late afternoon taking playtime,
how visiting children in my line 
of vision gleefully hurled themselves 
into the water from a small dock
rocking summer, reinventing childhood's 
simple pleasure that did not cost 
an arm and a leg,...Read More

How I've moved on, you'll never know.
When I'm gone, how will you run the show?
Someone else has come, to show me the way.
You didn't want some, you wanted more everyday.
My broken stories, made her cry.
My faltered glories, continue to die.
On...Read More

you're no uncle to me
i earn my money and you take it away
you're just another word for organized crime-
who says that crime don't pay?

i work every day in the american way-
and what do i get?
a little bit farther behind
a little...Read More

Where would I be without you?

Would I really be on the path that I am now?
Or would my path be a different one
Would I have a straight head on me?
Because it’s easy to fall short where I’m from 

Never ever...Read More