Bah Poems - Poems about Bah

My feet are asleep Not one of them All of them Old age is crucial You do not feel older But your body is a trickster Your skin spots up Your hands and neck have wrinkle rings You begin to grow a beard like the men But you do not get extra pay for it When you fall you break your hip Because the walker could...

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News, Bah, Humbug Miracle Man 1/16/2025 I was watching commercials and was interrupted by news. Read by opinionated anchors with vastly dissenting views. It set me to quietly thinking which view, if any, might be true. Would this be the morning I saw truth makes it’s debut. Each channel I turned to gave it’s own political slant. But before news time ended they would quickly recant. Then it’s back to...

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Two days before Christmas Finally, it is near I’m so sick of the chatter and all the cheer Smiling faces, warm hearts, and hugs I can only think of one thing, Bah Humbug Everyone joyous and being extra kind One would think they have lost their mind Red and green decorations everywhere Gold or silver tinsel, I don’t care Houses all covered in lights Attacked...

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BAH BAH BAH Unsheepishly Me: A Different Tale When I write, I strive not to be Joe or Sue. I've got my rhythm, a beat that's a fusion of jazz and rock, my hue, a blend of sunset and ocean, and unique beauty under a different sun, a beauty that's a mix of strength and vulnerability. I was...

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With gifts to buy and then to wrap And cookies needing baking, The holidays become a trap Of joy we’re sometimes faking. We have to follow set routines To honor our traditions, But often what that really means Is life with impositions. Many love this time of year And find it fun and merry But, Scrooge-like as I may appear, Does it annoy me? Very! ...

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is only said twice in the whole book Why does Mr Sneeze have no arms? A quarter of all your bones are in the foot how many body parts only have 3 letters what harm in being a legend a rainbow that happens at night is called a moon bow Sumo wrestlers make babies cry for good luck Did you know you...

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Chicka lacka Micka lacka Boom Boom Bah Germanic witches bring the owls with a caw They dance in rhythm, shaking their petootsies. Dracula hides from them in a coffin with moronic Mootsies. Chicka lacka Micka lacka Boom Boom Bee. The witches are warming up as the crowd can plainly see. A finely choreographed dance, they dance with dignity. Delighting their brooms with...

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Rah! Rah! Rah! Sis Boom Bah! Everyone stand up and cheer A more upbeat poem you'll never find Pay attention and listen here! Funny how moods go up and down Like a proverbial yo-yo Maintaining a balance is a full time job Life's like a bucking bronco Survival of the fittest is what it's about Rule's been around forever Keep on top, don't let down...

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Donald Trump was counting his toes (Which never once smelled like a rose) The Devil appeared And just as he feared Nothing grew as fast as Trump's nose!...

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Mindfulness Bah. Humbug. I spit on it. I drag it through the mud. I crucify it. Mindfulness – a term created by who? Someone who does not fully understand the joy of sitting mindlessly in front of a TV set, computer monitor I-phone, or I-pad, that’s who. Who ARE these idiots? Why do they think they are superior? With their haughty eleven...

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Experts bah! Lies and spin the Brexit crew, knew not, that they knew not what to do....

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Tree huggers bah I say, not meaning it. Asking forgiveness from the oak I hug daily. But this is the Midwest Where people make fun of nature lovers Calling them fruits and nuts Give me fruits and nuts any day Let me run wild and free, bare naked, dancing in the grass with my beetles and fairies Let me delight in the violets...

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Wickety, wackety, zis-boom-bah The world's a treasure with minor flaws Joy by the bucket And still more yet Ain't done until my last hurrah...

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Been off work since twelve nineteen Should be happy Some say But I don't look at it that way I know in the back of my mind The work on my desk is piling up You would think A co-worker would help me out But every year They don't have the holiday spirit And never go near it So instead of enjoying my time off I calendar...

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Me... creature of comfort? Bah Once again mine lock, stock and barrel trade in balderdash finds yours truly (i.e. me) to type poem frisson a$$ off as dentures chatter and gnash, while still inside me gobstopper, (the sole way to generate plea for coveted heat), which will moost likely meet chilly reception whereby ye will predictably not even bat an eyelash perchance receive critical backlash 'pon reading what qualifies as...

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