Awful Poems

August 13th, 2025 twenty six plus years since awful series of unfortunate events

August 13th, 2025 – twenty six plus years since awful series of unfortunate events

The following poem posted about a half hour before the bewitching hour that spelled calamity (which though a freaky Friday the thirteenth) did (nor does) not find me exceptionally superstitious, and rather than wait for the morrow, I feel so pent up

The awful rain

I Loath rain
Each drop akin a piercing sword,
Like swords dropping from mighty lord
Weighing my pain, and ravishing my heart
Sharp as light, wrecking my might,
Taking me captive as my heart is light,
From an extent unknown
To depths I've never known
And my world?
It's all but raining since you left
I sit by side of nothing
I see the view of

The Awful End

Bright is the night
And dark is the day
The world is now changing
The good will not stay
The stars have burned out
And the land has gone dry
Jesus we need a miracle
Just to get us by
Lord please show Your mercy
Breathe Your breath into our lungs
But God said no
And that was so
The awful end has just begun 

'A' is for 'Awful,' 'C' is for 'Cookie'

   Once I ate a defective Oreo
   I’d imported from Lower Borneo
       I’d spent too much money
       My stomach felt funny
   Then my 'plumbing' gave it the old heave-ho



    

Some People Without A Brain Do An Awful Lot Of Thinking

The Scarecrow, he was born without a brain 
And the Tinman got all rusted from the rain 
Because the Tinman had no heart 
And because the Scarecrow was smart 
Instead of walking to Oz, he'd taken a train

AWFUL

AWFUL

AWFUL IS YOUR ANGUISH,ALINATES,ABHORFUL FOOR YOU AND THEY
ALIENING YOUR AURA AWESOMELY ALIKE A ALONELY ALIEN AWFUL AS A AWOKEN ALIEN FROM AWFUL PLANET


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Be Ready To Face Awful Times

The easiness and affordability to obtain things 
makes us unaware of laborers who diligently  
make them with sweat, creativity and geniality; 
there's an air of fret: be ready to face awful times...
lurking on the bleary horizon with stormy clouds!

Wars wage on the planet, evil leaders show contempt;
who's immune to danger and death: are you

A Sad Time and an Awful War

I was from a poor rural county in Iowa
The kind that drafts young men during wars
Back in the late sixties many of our men went to Viet Nam
Some did not return, others returned damaged

Patriots, doing their duty, representing the USA.
Some of us thought so too, we did not understand
How horrible war is, or what it

The Awful Word Death

The sadness of getting lonely, weary and old
is none other than the anguishing thought,
we can't avoid feeling or mentioning at all cost;
daily unrest triggers the awful death word! 

Will all frighten when that time comes? 
Shutting windows to shelter ourselves
from an imaginable cold worsens existence;
it's not winter yet, gather common sense!

A menace is horror to

awful gift from Aunt Zing

The awful gift was given to us in front of a bunch.
I saw my wife and her mother grimace, so I had a hunch
They were not totally in love with this ugly bugly offering.
But it came from my favorite Aunt, we call her Aunt Zing.

Aunt Zing had wrapped it with a flourish, a ribbon of

An Awful Surprise

Some Mimosa trees are still bare,
such a deep sadness they declare;
lethargy is another form of bitter sobriety...
when sorrow looms amid spectacular beauty!

Luke after school assumes it's some April's fool... 
remembering their yellow and bright blossoms,
will they be cut down and replaced with flowers?
He'll wear shades in the sweltering summer's heat, 
sunglasses of black and blue

God Awful Logic

does the process of elimination ~ make much sense by inclusion 

or is mans reasoning clearly rearranged ~ by woman’s exclusion 

By
David Kavanagh 

hms

I Miss You

sometimes the pain is awful;
i smell you as if you were next to me
missing every part of you
your amazing features 
your soft voice 
i miss you more and more each day 
one day the pain won’t be so bad 
maybe i’ll move on or i’ll be with you again 
whatever happens i’ll forever be grateful

To Fill-Awful Loss-Of-Why

a...'full loss of why'
may be...
as..."full'a soap eh?!"

...so...

to...file lots'a 'why's
may require...
a...full-loss-of-pee

stans sand

Twas the Sea Giant of Zoding Fust

Twas in the waters, I waborn from flames and lust 
Ripped from the stars and the zoding fust
Cast into the salty and swirlin mesty sea 

Twas in the sky, I was as a cloud in the sky and condsing for life to jofully cry 
Cast to be a waste washed down from the batle between

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