Best Busted Poems
The trap was sprung. Caught in the act
He lost his tongue and dignity
The deed once done could not retract
The trap was sprung. Caught in the act
No chance allowed for devil’s pact
Now shame replaced integrity.
The trap was sprung. Caught in the act
He lost his tongue and dignity.
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The rearranged first line is a Zeugma:
"Caught in the act and in a trap"
The main Zeugma is:
"He lost his tongue and dignity"
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Contest: Zeugma
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick
Placed: 2nd
Busted
When Santa got stuck down the chimney
What a terrible fright for young lives
Imagine the sight that then met them
Imagine their awful surprise.
With a crash and a thump and a holler
A bang and a whoosh and a boom
The magical globe trotting Santa
Daintily entered their room!
He landed full square in their fireplace
His hat flopped down over his eyes
He looked really much more like Black Beard
Except he was double the size.
The children sat up in amazement
Then hid and peeped through a crack
As this unfortunate dirty old Santa
Was hit on the head by his sack.
The air turned quite blue for a moment
When he finally uttered a cry
I’ve hurt every bone in my body
Was the gist of what he implied
Now Rudolph looked down from above him
Shook his head and then let out a sigh
Get up you clumsy old has been
We still have work left to do tonight.
Well Santa looked right up that chimney
His plight became clear in a flash
He was stuck with his sack at the bottom
And didn’t know how to get back.
The children, still hid in the corner
Just couldn’t believe what they saw
As this dirty old Santa recovered
Did his job and then limped out the door.
They watched as he climbed out the window
His suit now completely akimbo
But Rudolph was there with the sleigh and a spare
He now had clean clothes to change into.
Once more Rudolph rescued the big man
Stamped his hoof, got him out of his whirl
Threatened to leave less he focus
You know, of course, Rudolph’s a girl!!!!
The children got up in the morning
Frustrated, annoyed and distressed,
For their bedroom looked just like a bombsite
Where two sacks of gifts had been left
Despite having left him a message
Stating ‘ please do not leave so much trash,
We are modern day children remember
What we want is a cheque or some cash’
Was totally overwhelmed by your Birthday wishes
From all over the world, it busted my britches
I apologize if I missed one
I completely came undone
I'm sending you all a bunch of love and kisses
© Jack Ellison 2015
Sinful Rusted Red Firebird
Sometimes I think back to those years
I wish I had been just a bit older
Nobody notices a fourteen year old boy
Funny though, I noticed everything
Under her paisley top she didn't wear a bra
Long blond hair flowing out the car window
Robert took her for a drive in his 68 Firebird
Undressed her right there in the back of the car
Silly giggling sounds from behind fogged windows
The thought of the two of them was exciting
Everything seemed much more vivid back then
Don't know if anything has ever felt so intense again
Robert was the cool one back in those days
Easy good looks and of course that car
Dangerous he was, in a James Dean sorta way
Firebirds still evoke sexy images for me
I bought this rusted piece of junk just to restore it
Rusted sure, but when I'm done it will be cherry red
Eleven years I've owned this busted old car
But it seems like it will never really be mine
I sit in it sometimes and imagine I'm with her
Running my hands through her gorgeous blonde hair
Don't judge me, I know it's just a silly boyhood fantasy.
Sorry Casarah, I can't bold on my IPad.
I never thought I’d be the one
To injure, re-injure, and re-injure my own thumb
First time crushed between horse and steel fence
Second time bitten by a cat in defense
Third time sadly was self inflicted
An accident of course…
None the less thumb thinks vindictive
This time though it’s nice to know
That I am self dependant…
I licked my wound and stitched myself
Saving the cost of the Corporate Medical Boss
A little self- med and off to bed…
I wonder when poor thumb will fall off?!
Poor country singer Willie Nelson --
Taxman took his ranch and when he was done,
Willie had only his touring bus,
Where he lived and smoked weed till the final bust.
*Entry for PD’s Clerihew 2 Contest
Note: If you want a big laugh, check out the song “I’ll Never Smoke Weed with Willie Again” on youtube ; 0
f ew wouldn't recognise you as you are,
i ndeed, I am not sure that I have the right name,
r usted beyond recognition, want you to know I care,
e nough to write about you, please have no shame,
b eautiful you were when new, all shiny and bright,
i ce cool owner must have been proud of you... 'til a thief struck
r esulting in your demise, fired to hide their identity ...leaving you
d esolate and alone left to rust and die .
penned 9 June 2016
RUSTED an BUSTED
Rusted and busted
Under carriage now gone
Stuffing falling out and all crusted
Tyres are disintegrating
Engines in pieces all dusted
Drivers abandoned us here
Anyone can see the end is nigh
No place left for us, just to lie
Busted and all in pieces
Undervalued near the end
Sitting here rusting and dying slow
This is sad for a much loved friend
Ending in the junkyard
Drivers abandoned us here at the end
24-6-2016
Thousands of cars, now junk to their owners are dumped
Here every vehicle has a story, why they are abandoned
Elegant was I, silver rims, stylish lights and painted white
Silenced for life, now my rusted body remains on ground
Careless driving changed my fate and left me unwanted
Red, black and yellow, rust didn't spare any of my friends
All my doors now broken, wheels and windshield are gone
Painful was the fatal crash, it cruelly ceased my existence
Youth was done so soon, I no longer could race on roads
And now I am waiting for my useful body parts to be sold
Rest in peace, that's what my owner said and left me alone
Dead am I, under silent sky I remember my good old days.
June 14, 2016.
Rusted and Busted - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Casarah Nance
I was driving and crossed over the line
Intoxicated with lust, and half blind
You see, I was out on a date
We'd had drinks and it was getting late
I had one hand on the wheel
The other completely concealed
Lost in a fuzzy sweater
Looking for something better
She was nibbling on my ear
I was in the stratosphere
Realizing they were real
Mashed the gas copping a feel
Now to me that light looked yellow
I swear I didn't see that fellow
Just as he stepped from the curb
She grabbed my shifter, that's when I swerved
All I heard was a thump
Yeah there was a slight bump
Before I could get out of sight
In the rear view I saw blue lights
We turned in to the nearest drive
About that time she took a dive
Right when beauty saw the beast
Busted by the dream police
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
Facial expressions change
Obscenities silently uttered
Reliving growing pains
Goosebumps cause me to shudder
Outlaws back in the day
Together we made quite a pair
Two classics finding our way
Enslaved by time's cunning snare
Neither of us in control
Odometers disconnected
Losing value ever so slow
Disproportionately rejected
Funny how it all worked out
Realizing what has become
Indifference shadowed with doubts
Each, decayed by the sun
Nostalgia momentarily revealed
Destined to rot in a field
an original poem by Daniel Turner
RUSTED BUSTED.
R usted for no investment ,me an autorickshaw is left,
U nfavourable my condition,tarnished is my cleft,
S taring at my physique, I miss the passenger girls, in garage,
T inted with corrosion,compression springs need massage,
E ncumbered is my savant,Mr Roxy on this deceased,
D isastrous nerves now,ones healthy,are decreased.
B usted was Roxy when a spare part from neighbour he scanned,
U npleasant situations predisposed him to be banned,
S urvey later by officials, took him in good books,
T rying to better,he is for my pretty, lively looks,
E asy for we both should pass this burdensome phase,
D elivery of capital unexpectedly comes,hope has pep up space.
Contest:Rusted Busted.
Sponsor:Casarah Nance.
Date:19/06/2016
the only cure that will endure,
is catch another horse, (lover)
the future coming one is near,
just seek his eyes of course...
Don
Big busted Betty
Dressed her Double D’s
Using uplifting underwire
Creating a costume of cleavage
Tweekers make meth by the light of the moon.
They're spun and unaware that the end is coming soon.
Outside there's a swat team lurking in the shade.
They've gathered information from informants that they've paid.
Now they have the evidence and a warrant to invade.
It's a raid, it's a raid, and it's time to be afraid!
The powerful ram crashes through the door.
Ten gunned men shout, "GET DOWN ON THE FLOOR!"
They're startled into jumping,
but the swat team caught them dumping.
You can hear the children crying.
In the corner meth is drying.
Everyone is cuffed and up against the wall.
Two children stand and watch their parents take the fall.
The cops take each one and leads them down the hall.
Each wonders why they ever started doing meth at all.
A once happy family has now lost their home.
The beds the children sleep in feel cold, not like their own.
They knew it would happen, both had a feeling in their gut.
Freedom lost is the cost, the bars slam shut.
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