Best Butted Poems
If we have butted heads and you're feeling run over
If the words that I speak send you running for cover
If my swift, wicked comebacks can sting like none other
Know, as much as I fight, deep inside I'm a lover
I'll embrace the STRENGTHS and fight the WEAKNESS
But I'm not sure I'll ever be the type for MEEKNESS
Born the year of the SHEEP under the sign of the RAM
You can hate me or love me, but I who I AM
Categories:
butted, april, happiness, star,
Form:
Rhyme
A fallacy, that every 'once upon a time'
is a beautiful fantasy, for some hold lies
Fairytales have a hero, but also a villain
masked in sheep's clothing as a disguise
Red Riding Hood defeated the Big Bad Wolf
Billy Goat Gruff butted a troll to the stream
Simba overthrew Scar, vile imposter king
People are not always what they seem
A fancy dressed pirate was Captain Hook
Voldemart was He Who Must Not Be Named
Shere Khan, a snake slithering in the grass
Cold-hearted scoundrels should be blamed
Crows cluster to feast upon weak and dying
Sharks speed to feed in frenzied gathering
Wicked queens and witches jostle for power
boasting in gibberish while foolishly blathering
With evil intentions, dark minds contemplate
lurking in shadows while stalking their prey
for vengeance and spite, they congregate
water holes are dangerous on any given day
A real hero has no need to don a serape
Doesn't wield a sword with sharpened blade
A person with courage can dip a nib in ink
Dress in pink ruffles, wear her hair in a braid
Never tempt fate by entering a dragon's lair
Do not willfully step into the nest of a viper
or praise a chamaleon for its deceitful charade
while he plays the luring tune of a Pied Piper
Think carefully before you fork your tongue
or write words that can easily be misconstrued
Throw off the sinister attitude of a blackguard
unless you take delight in being labeled "crude"
Categories:
butted, evil, people,
Form:
Rhyme
I once had a goat who loved to swim
I enrolled him at our local gym
I know, I know, it was just a whim!
Do tell!
He did rather well in beginners’ match
Girl swimmers thought him quite a catch
But he failed to get his lifesaver’s patch.
Oh, hell!
He punched a hole in the kiddie pool
So, I enrolled him in the ballet school
He butted heads with Master Abdul.
Oh, swell!
This kid simply couldn’t measure up
Until, finally, he won the Cannabis Cup
And with the money he bought a pup.
Oh, well!
SIXTH PLACE WINNER
written April 6, 2022
for "Tail-Rhymed" poetry contest
sponsored by Jeff Kyser
Categories:
butted, humor, silly,
Form:
Tail-rhyme
Waves of the sea of darkness
Break …. Break … Break
against cotton cloud rocks,
and heighten my loneliness.
Calves that hopped around,
and bulls that smelled the scent
of love, and butted their heads
against brook banks, have gone…
Leaving me, in rising darkness.
Shepard boys who guarded them,
caressing their manes and horns,
have left me, in rising darkness.
Bird youths that sang to amuse
bird damsels that tossed their heads,
balancing their legs to violins' tune,
have left me, in rising darkness.
Tired old Sun that gently stroked
my heart with his tenderly smile,
through foliage and branches,
has left me, in rising darkness.
All that amused me have gone,
Leaving loneliness and darkness.
*A 1st Place* in the following contest (judged on Nov. 30, 2020)
Nov. 29, 2020
UN-RHY-ME Poetry Contest
Contest sponsor: Brian Strand
Inspiration from my own poem, “Where have they all gone?” (published in 2018)
And Tennyson’s “Break, Break, Break”.
Categories:
butted, loneliness, night,
Form:
Free verse
Remembering Mrs. Sully always makes my face break out into smiling mode.
Her face was as craggy as a grave, there was an aluminum tooth on the left.
When she smiled, it gleamed with pure happiness, making her stories even better.
When I first met her, her ferocious stories kept my gentle side terrified, for hours.
I thought she was the Hansel and Gretel witch, because she looked like my vision of her.
There was a unique smell around Mrs. Sully, an earthy, vegetable-type smell.
She was always in her garden, killing snakes, big black ones, with large mouths.
She relished showing us how she whacked them with her hoe, hacking them to pieces.
Although short, stooped over and old, she was a force no snake wanted to encounter.
Her stories were full of spit and vim, anger, and devilishly mean murders and such.
If you decided to share a story, she did not hear it, she did not pause if you wanted to talk.
You had to walk along beside her, acting like wearing two or three house dresses
over each other under a pair of overalls was normal, seeing the bibs and lace stick out like crazy.
Her expertise was incessant talking, not waiting for social cues or societal nonsense like that.
She knew about all the hangings that had ever happened in the county, and relished telling
About them in full-force detail, hoping to keep us on our toes, ripe with worry.
All you have to do is mention the words Mrs. Sully, and the old-timers smile, remembering
Those awful hangings, and what happened after the rope was yanked, because we all knew.
Sometimes I swear I see her in her old black hat, pulled down nearly to her eyes,
Stooped carriage, pushing a rusty brown wheelbarrow full of produce, from one farm to another.
We were lucky, our house was smack in the middle, so we would run out and hear the tale of the day.
She owned two properties, a block and a half from each other, one of them had goats.
If we were really lucky, she would have one of her mean goats on a little leash and we could walk our block with it, as it butted us with its angry head.
Rumors said the goats slept in the house with her. It did not matter to me, she was a character
I will never forget her, sometimes picturing that amazing aluminum tooth, which told excellent
Stories. Stories I do not dare tell my own sweet grandchildren, as they stay up too late already.
Categories:
butted, character, hilarious,
Form:
Free verse
The old country vet traversed Henry County over hill and dell.
He was a familiar sight in his buggy pulled by his horse, old Nelly Bell!
He served farmers and ranchers for nigh on two generations,
Deliverin' calves, foals and lambs and performin' tricky operations.
He left the comfort of his bed on many a cold and blustery night,
To help a cow deliver her calf by the mellow glow of a lantern light.
He'd been kicked by cantankerous mules and butted by grumpy goats;
Spat upon by numerous llamas and trampled by chargin' shoats;
Bitten by mean old junkyard dogs and clawed by feral cats;
Gored by irate bulls and pestered by stingin' gnats!
He witnessed the miracle of birth durin' his practice of many years,
And won the confidence of his clients and the esteem of his peers.
Though he had some book learnin' he mostly taught himself.
He never aspired to become rich and had little of the world's pelf.
He recognized that God created all creatures great and small,
And suffered the hazards of the job to treat and love them all!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2015 All Rights Reserved
Categories:
butted, animal,
Form:
Rhyme
We ran through shy-scraper's maze
Amazed at how they set our pace
Trapped by lack of space
We butted heads through small door frames
All part of our frantic paper chase to escape the rat race
One day we'd run this concrete jungle
Yet upon broken bricks and faulty foundations we stumbled, tripped and fell cause we couldn't spell
Expanding vocabulary was involuntary still we had a lot to say
School was hell
Conforming to the norms of uniforms made us look socially uninformed
So we let our shirts hang
And awaited applause
Moved by the prospect of popularity, propelled by our passion for pathetic glory we rose above assembly filled mornings
When failure crashed with brutal force
We were not sorry
Instead - we subjected ourselves to brand new curriculums
'Lokshin Management Module 1'
The jungle was won
By those whose books we burned
They tried to teach us how to learn
They run the concrete jungle
Now we wish we could be there
Too bad they don't wanna share...
Categories:
butted,
Form:
We are all going to celebrate the jubilee!
Buzzed the over dubiously excited bumblebee.
Do we have to pay in pollen? Is there a fee?
Asked his cousin Jeremy who almost dropped his tea.
Will of course we do pay, there is a tiny little fee.
Said the enthusiastic bumblebee. It is a jubilee!
How much is the fee? Do you know? Butted in Spider Lee.
Spider Lee was hanging on to his web with one knee.
Not sure, the bumblebee said, but I know that dried up she
Pointing to their flamboyant godmother, the old queen bee
Will pay the way for all of us to go, yes all three.
She is forever generous, this old queen bee!
Categories:
butted, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Monorhyme
Babysitting bloody goats,
Babysitting bloody goats,
Baaaa baaaa twinkletoes has notes,
Trying to get some bloody sleep,
Sounds like a rabid rancid sheep,
a lonesome goat, you know it,
wheres that bloody clive a sitting,
climbing screen doors, its not quiting,
Sue heard one on the ole tin roof,
twinkle toes tap tap 2 do it?
Blaurgggggght says the nanny goat,
Crazy bludger's tunes out of note,
Drops poor ole Johnson in it?
Ferret dog emasculated,
Banged and thumped and castigated,
Head butted by 2 nannies sure,
Doesn’t want it any more,
Sidestepping Ferret voted!
Waiting for ole Clive to come,
With the red van goats do hum,
Head butting ole screen door,
Blaurgh where are you clive, whaffor?
Goat chops for tweededum,
Cant eat your mates they hum,
Be quiet my moral core,
They won….Don Johnson
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Categories:
butted, adventure,
Form:
Ballad
Once manifested on the
heel of Adagio in G major,
balancés and assemblés from
the back hand. Baryshnikov told
me to flatten my stomach, so I
repressed the urge to
breathe; suffocation is
incandescence by the barre.
Then I looked in the mirror and the
mirror glared back in contempt- the meat, the
pillow I nursed in my belly, the spine,
always sagging like the pools of honey in my knees. I
shoveled over some Hydroxycut and pride, and bribed
it to be my lover.
Quitting was hard, unless I never
did it. Unless I cigarette-butted
my way out of Saturday rehearsals. Timed death.
As if I could peel a stopwatch from
nodules of encephalon, shake it in front
of Svetlana- ‘I have a rendez-vous with
the Pope, my future is to become a
world-class wine connoisseur, wine
demands an open mouth, not skinny torsos and
high relevé’
Little girls always dream in the soles of pink pointe shoes,
but magic approximates deception and the infamous
split blooded toe.
My mother has the home tapes. Me shanae-ing on
kitchen floor so close to the bowl of kiwis I could sense
the lanate growth. Then I got dizzy. Then I fell and
sprained the right ankle. It’s been
twenty-two Broadway shows, twenty-three if you
count the one where Price made us tap dance
on Eighth Avenue to prove to Lenny that we were
diverse and versatile (I don’t know how to tap).
Now, my feet are lumps of unheated coal and a post-it
note folds on the desk of your office, green like the tea I
brew on Saturday afternoons. That,
I guess, must be resignation.
Categories:
butted, absence, abuse, dance, drink,
Form:
Blank verse
I believe I will go to St. Croix,
Where the balmy air I will truly enjoy
With lots of fine sand
And a big butted man
Who I can completely and truly annoy
I will leave a stuffed woman in my bed,
She will have a nice round balding head.
So when my people come see
What has happened to me
They will find a still dummy instead
This man and I will take our time reading
And sweetly enjoy chocolate feeding
We will stay in St. Croix
And eat all their soy,
And learn how to do intricate beading.
Categories:
butted, funny,
Form:
Limerick
By George P. Lumayag
https://georgelumayag.weebly.com
The Super Snow Moon lighted our bleeding hearts,
That we’re staging the National Arts Month in February;
It reminded us to the king like the powerful wolf
Who defaced the rules of artistry
That he butted his unverified thoughts
To the heroine’s genuine and overconfident performances of art
That surpassed beyond a national badge of honor.
Aunor’s highly praised body of work inspires us
And her humble legendary origin conquers the borders
Of music, television, film and theater.
In our digital age, her extraordinary achievements
In various international film festivals crown her
As world-class actress.
Her artistic and brilliant talents exceeded the elements
Of being the National Artist,
But a thunder and lightning of judgment
Seemed like a twist from a daylight to Super Blood Wolf Moon Eclipse,
That disgraced the discretionary power of the king,
Who included undesirable factors other than artistry
And unceremoniously deleted her honor.
The resounding assertions of the noble souls
May have figuratively incarnated the national icon,
May have patriotically penned Nora Aunor’s magnificent works,
And may have glorified back the artistic contributions of a genius,
Who shall have been lionized for being...
The people’s National Artist!
Categories:
butted, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
I accuse ..... Part 1
My inner hedonistic self long to villainy inclined
Dwelling too long on flamboyance and enshrined
A morbid,horrible indeed skirt chaser
Endeavoring to beguile women and maneuver
Blaming it all on Satan's duplicitous whispers
Spurning to ditch eavesdropping physical beauties
Rolling with the punches yet persevered
Dragging my heels to relinquish and never repented
Our next door annihilating the cats we home-produced
Who have gormandized his rabbits and livestock downsized
Butted in on his weary sleeping pillow
Mating loudly,frequently and aggrandized his sorrow
Yet could medication be of any use
To what a whole epoch has abused ?
Abdelwaheb Dhaou.
Categories:
butted, abuse, nonsense,
Form:
Rhyme
Called Mental Cases
Just finished and completed my usual early
morning three poems. I have cursed you
with the last one first. It is designed to
prepare you for the other bad news ones
existing and standing in their own right
which, of course, is completely out of sight.
Here goes.
Birds had butted heads up against a fence
After each one found they had become dense
As to who in right mind should run for President
Suppose it was Superman or maybe Clark Kent.
Who would be playing best acting leading role
After people starting to read a political poll
Something strange and peculiar they soon saw
A mighty big crowd each of them did draw.
Like fools would rush in as well as storming
Like all of them were attending a house warming
Were licking chops while we saw their drool
Of thought we were wondering which school.
We began noticing their protruding philosophy
Had to major in either psychiatry or psychology
When for each thought you tried to find basis
No wonder vast majority were called mental cases.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Categories:
butted, humorous,
Form:
Couplet
When Len traveled to Oklahoma
to obtain a ranching diploma
a bull butted him hard
out in the training yard
and he but earned a hematoma.
... CayCay
July 25, 2019
State Limerick Contest
Categories:
butted, abuse, animal, change, dream,
Form:
Limerick