Best Chainsaw Poems

There was a lumberjack from Borehamwood 
A chainsaw mishap took off his manhood
His Love life now a mess 
And it caused him great stress
So he made himself one out of some wood .  
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Beautiful berry bushes have grown renegade all over our yard.
Garden catalogs call them this, it is not a name I made up.  They are beautiful, but also strangling.
They have strangled three crepe myrtles, and a couple of lilac bushes, forcing them to die.
One has...

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Hapless Hank severed a leg just below the knee,
When usin' a chainsaw heedlessly, you see!

He sued claimin' that it was a defective saw,
And hired an attorney to check the law.

"I've reviewed the statutes and I can't take yer case.
I'd recommend you plead mea culpa to...

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Helping my father and uncles when I was ten,
felled a tree, on break then ready to go again.

I walked around the corner of the truck
as someone pulled the cord and I got stuck.

Now that chainsaw’s engine didn’t start,
but it didn’t have to, to rip my...

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I never planned on letting you back into my life
but last night 
after I drank enough black label
to float my scars
and let my eyes swim
back into delusion
you kicked in the door to my apartment
with your new boyfriend
that tweaker you shacked up with 
when I left...

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If you thought killer clowns were fun
Chainsaw Massacre Easter Bunny is right up your plate
If you like Stephen King novels and are not fearful,
You are really going to like CMEB
Come on down, I scream to my neighbor
Don’t be such a chicken.
Get out of that tree!...

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Noisy mankind 
Riding mower machines.
Rip the cord. Rev the engine.

Bang the nail, throw debris.
Point the blower, louder, faster.
No one heard the angelus ring.

Everyone forgot to pray
The churches fell
And came the last day.


©Kathryn McL. Collins...

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Before reading, note that I wrote this because I was bored and like to make up sick poems like this. I'm not mentally ill or anything like that. Just thought I had to get that out in the open. This is a creative artwork, so...

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It sits on the ground
Running, but not cutting
Ready for gutting
Violent with sound.

It reminds me of a race-horse
Jittery in the gate
Looking much like fate
And strong in the force.

I imagine that I see
In its calculating eyes
We cannot realize
The destruction it would bring

Were we to let it loose
Flip...

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I'm dead. Unlike Frost and Yeats
nothing I've said will be remembered.
Unlike Roosevelt and Lincoln
nothing I'm thinking will win the war.

I'm going to go to my grave unsung
like almost everyone. These mountains
are my grave. A good grave
to go to. There's no such thing

as being saved. When...

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Chainsaw Poetry
David J Walker

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Ignition of the 
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Action
The attraction of 
A curio crowd
Loud 
with big gulp glops of dripping
snow cones drops melting on the summer
mountain of a westbound sun
they have all come 
	to see me cut 
Poems out of...

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The last war I saw
Was Crushing Eyesore
And I was dead sure
Man badly loves a chainsaw:
A film that lowered my lower jaw
I regarding the scenes from bare floor:
The crazy inclusion of Wasting Chainsaw,
With all its quartering strength and numbing awe
That Man’s Bestiality brought to the fore;
A...

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The last war
I saw
Was an eyesore
In a crazy film that further lowered my lower jaw
And had me dazedly regarding the scene from bare floor
Its further showcasing of a monstrous chain saw
With all its quartering powers and awe
That man’s bestiality brought to the fore
Peace talks among...

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The Life of a Tree
David J Walker
 
There was life left in the old tree
New branches growing from old limbs
The offshoot that sends new growth
Into the Spring soaking up the shine
Of the post equinox sun
There standing with a chainsaw
And sharpened ax
I could  see what...

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