Best Chucked Poems
I picked up a lovely sweet treat
Unwrapped it, was ready to eat
Much to my chagrin
A grub was within
I chucked it and stamped with my feet
10th May 2016
I got a freeway view
Behind the curtains
Pianos sound like broken glass
I can see the darkness from the bed
They keep banging away at the door
But I won't let them in
What I am is what I am
They want philosophy
Out by the freeway we drink beer
Under the halogen lights
Watching the trucks roll by
Wishing we could be Bobby McGee
Bandana and all
But we're just kids
Chucked in too deep
No place to sleep.
No parents.
No life.
Just in life too deep.
Howard Marks and God Almighty
Shared a spliff, and had a whitey
Then had the munchies, and a bong
Annoying Peter with the pong
By which time it was far too late
To frisk young Howard at the gate
God, seeing Peter’s consternation
Outlined the process of creation
How on day three he made the weed
With every other tree and seed
To raise in some, apotheosis
And test some others, with psychosis
Now, Howard’s stash was pretty small
And didn’t last too long at all
So, as he didn’t see the point
Of heaven’s joys without a joint
He got his bong, and skins, and tin
Chucked all the roaches in the bin
And, following a wicked smell
Went wafting off to score, in hell
St. Peter looked above and groaned
As all the angels flew past stoned
by Gail
I guess I'm obsessed
With keeping my breath
I've small use for obtuse youth
And their smug, shrugging abuse
Blinding meeker minds
By the blither of twitter
Where shameless selfishness
Is seen as glitter
Where 'fake' news and 'reality' TV
Both struck by theft of identity
Our testaments and towns
Are burning to the ground
Those with nothing to lose
Are lighting the fuse
When corruption erupts
And common sense, chucked
When science is declawed
And law is outlawed
When propaganda censors flaws
We've cast the last straw
We are democracy's
One hope ~
If we vote.
9/16/20
N/A in 'Clutching at Straws' contest
Judged 10/08/20
As I ambled around the village pond
I skimmed a stone through reed and frond,
In distress, ducks took flight
Guilty I, to cause them fright.
Protesting loudly in their quacking
My common sense seemed sadly lacking,
I never thought that stone I chucked
Would cause such grief, to little ducks.
Once upon a time, Prunella
dwelt amid a magic wood
a dainty pixie most rare
whose temperament wasn't good
Last one of her purple line
in that dreary, dreaded glen
where beasts ever feared to tread
and mankind had never been
For purple pixies were known
to be devilishly mean
they'd terrified the kingdom
wherever they had been seen
So Prunella lived alone
and pouted, skulked and scowled
and dark nights when coyotes called
she piteously howled
Until one day she found them
some children lost in the wood
and scared the daylights from them
just because she knew she could
The children fawned and pleaded
to appease her rotten mood
this only made her madder
so she copped more attitude
But she'd miscalculated
when she made the last one mad
and felt the ammunition
from that slingshot-wielding cad
Wee bits of sweets kept flying
so like pebbles at her wings
until he ran out of those
then he chucked most anything
Around the wood she darted
avoiding him at some length
until at last she gave out
having used up all her strength
He plucked her from where she fell
and plopped her into a jar
then she began to bargain
as the village wasn't far
But Fred, both shrewd and clever
vowed to keep her locked up tight
'til they all were safely home
and ev'rything was made right...
So she charmed the fireflies out
to show them all safely home
bossily shouting orders
from within the jars glass dome
But once they were safely back
the boy quickly changed his mind
decided to keep Ol' Prune'
(as pixies were hard to find)
And 'though she was mad as hell
and her wings pulsed fiery red
she couldn't help but admire
this precocious, wily Fred
'Though he never let her loose
they became the best of friends
laughing with glee as they kept
his parents at their wits-ends
“What's with these wild ideas?”
They would grouse, and groan, and moan
unknowing those mischief-plans
were a pixie's- not his own!
Together, my parents faced two world wars, the great depression, floods, fires, and some things that would bring most people to their knees. Imagine just where I would be if they had just decided that things were too rough and chucked in the towel. At the time, I didn’t think they had a lot to give. But looking back, I’m amazed at how much I got.
steak’s what I wanted
bologna is what I got—
never went hungry
I thought lets go fishing
fancying a fish pie
or maybe fish and chips
that would do the trick
I set off, rod and bucket
full of worms in my hands
found a good spot to fish
by the rocks on the beach
Patiently I waited for a bite
then my rod dipped and bucked
soon I had four nice whoppers
flapping around in my bucket
Needing to answer call of nature
I slipped in between the trees
alas when I returned I found
one happy pelican looking full
An empty bucket he'd scoffed the lot
I sighed as I chucked a stone
it missed him by a country mile
no fish for supper I had no more worms
written 06/17/2013
contest Gone Fishing
sponsor Caleb Smith
I been trying to pen this verse for days but the words could not come out
My tears have been welled up inside me and my arms were twisted behind me
my flesh clinged firmly to my thin bones while drones flew fearlessly around
I can still hear their deceptive voices talking above me as they were getting ready to apprehend me
They circled around me and cast a rusty chains upon my flesh and shoved me into a broken carriage and parade me up and down the town until we ended up in Freetown
I still did not understand what was going on until I stood at an open window
and spoke to the woman who stared at me with a subtle frown.
I went to retrieve my towed truck and there he was standing behind the counter in a red T-shirt with bleeding eyes staring at me and immediately I could see wickedness all around
He handed me a bill that was highly impossible for all that had happened
His aggressive eyes crossed my spiritual eyes and the holy spirit began to speak
I was chucked away once more and shoved into a sweltering car without a clue as to what was going on
I was placed in a room with other people that were held up for days
And I could sense malpractice from the bottom bubbling up to the top
The innocent was tucked away into a hole with no way of getting out because they could not pay their way
I listened to everyone's story and it was a pity that this was happening in America in the twenty first century
Many people are suffering and hurting inside while we are gallivant on the outside
The pastor took me back to my towed truck and I was forced to pay what I could not afford
I went outdoors to buy colored paper to post Gods messages
but something sinister was happening on the other side and I was caught up in it
Heaven was on my side I defied all the odds to get the message out until she finally broke the glass window
The next day I could breathe fresh air and the God in heaven finally appeared
the moon moves between the earth and the sun briefly turning day into night
Darkness suddenly faded away and a bright light radiated over the message truck and illuminate it with a powerful light sealing it with the moon and sun energy
And there it was I touched my finger on the golden pen and we are all free to live again.
.It became a pain, when I flourished it within my veins,
Love is what, nothing like a game of gains,
I follow my feeling until I ruined, and I ruined my feeling until me drains,
In her eyes I saw a depth, in her face I found an Egyptian Seth,
She murdered my soul, made me blind, and made me beg my life,
As a moth searching always a flame for asking to drag his life,
One day I will asleep on a sleek,
That day nothing will left as a desire, when I will be on a fleet,
I asked you to have a dream, and you to become my dream,
You chucked me like a stone, like it was a prone,
It became a faint again, when I dare to burn the whole gent,.
Upon our roof top did he arrived, two reindeers short and blood shot eyes. With his gray
and black beard with bits of food inside…I thought it was suppose to be white? They also
told me he had a cute button nose…his nose was big and by no means cute. He attempted
to enter thru the chimney top, only to discover that it was a false smoke top. So he being
Old Nick, I could hear him as he fumbled with some keys as he did huff in discuss. His
belt did seem a little bit too big for his gut and his and butt was as big as my dad’s big old
butt. From behind the big chair were I did hide by the tree, I could smell the aroma of
cheap alcohol coming off his breath as he bent over by the Christmas tree to deposit our
gifts. To despite the fact that he had been to plenty of houses before ours that had real
chimneys, his red suit was not covered with one drop single drop of soot! No not even one
dirt spot and the boots that he had on look like my dad's old work boots! I chuckled to
myself… and said maybe it’s made of some special stuff? As I he place the last gift in
place up under the tree, he then reach his hands to the sky and then grabbed his lower
back, I thought he was suppose to be jolly and all that stuff? The whole time he was here,
I could almost be certain that I could hear him cursimg from up under his breath… but to
my surprise he eat the cookies and milk that my mom had left, but the damndest thing
happen as he flung his back pack over his back and proceed to leave, but instead of going
back out the front door, he made a sudden turn toward the stairs and went up and into my
parents room and never left? I final said I had seen enough, I just chucked it up to
another year in the Ghetto and my first real sighting of legendary Ghetto Santa and one
which I hope would be my last!
There was once a ZOO in Atlanta,
that had an old gorilla named Anna.
She had a special trick,
that would make you quite sick,
when she’d throw you up-chucked banana.
Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey
First Place Winner ~ "Zany Zoo” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Linda-Marie Bariana’s
May 17, 2010
Please read part 1 first
When Moe got off the phone, he couldn't believe his luck
Somehow he'd managed to hire, a great big monster truck
He opened up the back door and chucked his luggage in
Then flew up to the drivers seat his journey to begin
From way up in the cab, Moe could see for many miles
The patchwork fields below him looked like tiny mosaic tiles
Off on his way now, see the wheels roll
But Standing in the road was the giant troll
"Mr Troll, Mr Troll, please let me past"
"Not on your nelly, I know you are the last.
I'm tired and I'm hungry and I've waited all day long
I'll eat your truck for supper, out you get, run along"
From his seat in the monster truck way up high
Moe could look the troll straight in the eye
The troll looked back, not quite sure what was happening
As Moe revved the engine in a way that was quite threatening
The truck sped forward, Moe's course did not alter
And as the gap got smaller the troll began to falter
Just in the nick of time, the troll jumped out the way
and fell into the river where he quickly washed away
Soon Moe reached the seaside, where he found Flo and Joe
He told them what had happened to their giant foe
And as they sat on the beach, drinking lemonade
Moe raised a wing his eyes to shade
"What's that shape over there, far out to sea
It's troll shaped boat, I think it's waving at me"
So now you know the story of their little holiday
And how the three flamingos got there that fine day.
My dad, born today, the 17th of February
bucked fate head-on, courageous and daring
Raised in a home on a block so poor
he swam upstream, de rigeur
In 1926, all his teeth fell out
lack of fluoridation won that bout
In 1929, young brother Sidney died of malnutrition
the family couldn't afford to see a physician
In '33, he chucked religion, came to Chicago on a mission
to look for a job midst the Great Depression
His family had gambled on their decision
that my father Maury's iron-willed ambition
Would see brother Herman through dental school
which my dad would pay for, as a hard-working fool
And so he did (!) and so it went, 'till my father Maury was
sent overseas, B.A. in hand, to fight Adolph Hitler in a foreign land
When he returned, he earned himself a law degree
married his sweetheart Maxine with two pennies
or three to his name, he toiled at his law firm's bottom
'till he saved so much money that a ranch house he got him
in Highland Park, Illinois in a subdivision on a tree-lined street
my dad's rags-to-relative-riches story, a Horatio Alger throwback treat
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Uncle Peacock was a cock of the walk
Chucked his job to camp in a bivouac
He met Charles Lee Ray
Who sprayed pepper spray
All hell broke loose, Cock, a real out of whack
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