Best Haunch Poems


Premium Member Ho, Ho, Ho / a Redneck Xmas

‘Twas close to the day when Buba Claus,
His red nose and Bowie knife shining,
Would be off to fill the manly's hearths,
With bacon for their frying.

The ground was bare of snow or ice, 
The sky was clear of reindeer. 
But Buba Claus was loading his sleigh, 
Real high, with good stout Yule beer? 
 
Buba Claus was out in force, 
His NRA cronies in tow, 
To fill naughty radicals stockings, 
With tiny bits of coal. 
 
Cigars dangled from their lips, 
A spittoon he placed by their feet, 
And, before the sleigh rose off the ground; 
They tossed in another side of beef. 
 
Each carnivore, they laughingly swore; 
Would have their fill this year, 
And Bambi blanched as He flew by, 
While Teddy Bears ran in fear! 
 
Over New Canaan His courses flew, 
Past the homes of vegetarians; 
And down their chimneys they did toss; 
The views of Libertarians!  
 
And when the last haunch was placed, 
Upon the spits of the mighty, 
His spat his cud of gnarly gum, 
Into the spittoon real tidy! 
 
Then he flew off with a Ho, Ho, Ho, 
And, not the ones for plowing 
Cause Buba Claus had his own ideas 
Of all Santa’s sissy endowings!

Premium Member Buba Claus

‘Twas close to the day when Buba Claus,
His red nose and Bowie knife shining,
Would be off to fill the manly's hearths,
With bacon for their frying.


The ground was bare of snow or ice, 
The sky was clear of reindeer. 
But Buba Claus was loading his sleigh, 
Real high, with good stout Yule beer?
 

 
Buba Claus was out in force, 
His NRA cronies in tow, 
To fill naughty radicals stockings, 
With tiny bits of coal. 

 
Cigars dangled from their lips, 
A spittoon he placed by their feet, 
And, before the sleigh rose off the ground; 
They tossed in another side of beef. 

 
Each carnivore, they laughingly swore; 
Would have their fill this year, 
And Bambi blanched as He flew by, 
While Teddy Bears ran in fear! 

 
Over New Canaan His courses flew, 
Past the homes of vegetarians; 
And down their chimneys they did toss; 
The views of Libertarians! 


And when the last haunch was placed, 
Upon the spits of the mighty, 
His spat his cud of gnarly gum, 
Into the spittoon real tidy! 

 
Then he flew off with a Ho, Ho, Ho, 
And, not the ones for plowing  
Cause Buba Claus had his own ideas 
Of all Santa's sissy endowings!

Premium Member Wind Horse

running free, wild, brave
tail streaming high in the wind
hoof pounding the earth

horses turn their haunch
to show their scorn for the storm 
and nature’s tantrum

allows man to think
he can command elegance
and tame the wild heart


The Raunchy Haunch

“Quick smart struck onion!
You metronomous fishy tail!
You’ll not be taken in by me, 
you fraudulent legume!”

I seemed to have soundly unsettled her
Set her mind cross firing, flailing
But it’s not such a thing to be nettled for
No reason for wail and paling

“Quick, smart, lush young-one!
You’re melodious, pithy, hale!
I’m already taken much with you; 
please do let me resume!”  

Still I unbloomered my hand and bloused it
Found her skin a singin’ an’ tinglin’
Thrilled firm and brazenly arouse-ed 
Her dissent clearly dissemblin’

“Oh quick, start, rush lovin’!
My ‘band’s a louse, gritty, stale!
But he’ll not be taking long from now, 
or so we should assume!”

That’s when I heard an unsettling foot step
Eared hobnail booting scooting
And so sought out the exit I 'ad free kept
Flash fear foul intention mooting

Quick; dark, hush, re-button!
Your ‘band sussed our betrayal!
I’d best be taking my leave ‘bout now,
I’ll see you in no time soon!”

Realm of the Beautiful

.

                         Oh 
              their beauty may be 
                    skin deep

                         Yet
                  As mine digit’s 
                        Touch
                  the tumid flesh
                        giggles
   
                   lips and jowls
                        quiver
                  with mine each
                        press

                 haunch and hips
                      shudder

                          Oh 
                  their beauty is 
                 skin deep alright

                Those beautiful lips
                   as they shook
               calling out my name

                 those tears of joy
               from the caverns of 
                         deep

                          Oh 
                      that  was 
                       beauty

Premium Member A Red Neck Xmas ( For Robert D.)

‘Twas close to the day when Buba Claus,
His red nose and Bowie knife shining,
Would be off to fill the manly's hearths,
With bacon for their frying.

The ground was bare of snow or ice, 
The sky was clear of reindeer. 
But Buba Claus was loading his sleigh, 
Real high, with good stout Yule beer? 
 
Buba Claus was out in force, 
His NRA cronies in tow, 
To fill naughty radicals stockings, 
With tiny bits of coal. 
 
Cigars dangled from their lips, 
A spittoon he placed by their feet, 
And, before the sleigh rose off the ground; 
They tossed in another side of beef. 
 
Each carnivore, they laughingly swore; 
Would have their fill this year, 
And Bambi blanched as He flew by, 
While Teddy Bears ran in fear! 
 
Over New Canaan His courses flew, 
Past the homes of vegetarians; 
And down their chimneys they did toss; 
The views of Libertarians! 

And when the last haunch was placed, 
Upon the spits of the mighty, 
His spat his cud of gnarly gum, 
Into the spittoon real tidy! 
 
Then he flew off with a Ho, Ho, Ho, 
And, not the ones for plowing  
Cause Buba Claus had his own ideas 
Of all Santa's sissy endowings!


The Shape of Wings

Another day spent  
in my throbbing head. 
This day, a tightening noose, 
a smothering sheath of  
white, sterile gauze 
once loose.  
Moments I dread 
are swirling around  
in my head. 
(I close my eyes and fly away.)
   
Minute by minute, it’s here, 
light flashing, thunder crashing, 
too alive.  
I wait for tomorrow to arrive 
but night hangs. I feel 
It's rapid breathing.  
Head down, haunch heavy,  
hunched and heaving, 
it stays and stays  
and will not go away. 

Counting seconds,  
I clutch the cumbrous clock 
willing its face 
to unmask, its hands  
to complete their task, 
but here I lay 
still tethered to this day. 
(I close my eyes and fly away.)

I am not the anchor, 
not the purple fade, 
stitched skin pulling, 
lips parting in pain. 
Finally, I close my eyes 
and fly away.  

Do not come again 
    to a body waiting  
          for the grave, 

this vanishing 
    tangled on the vine. 

Be free, fly away... 

I am a blue bird 
rising high above. 
I am perched in treetops, 
the turtle dove. 
I am the shape of wings 
in the air, I become. 
I fly over a hurting world, 
my suffering, and time. 
I am folklore, a fairy tale  
on high. 

Come with me, be free, 
              feel the breeze   
                or watch me fly away. 




Written 5/12/22
For: Shapeshifters and Shapeshifting Contest

Relentless Lips

.

             Your haunch
         Not a bone to see
          Just your pretty
              yourn flesh

    And where mine lips love 
                                            
                      i 
                    long 
                     to 
                     be

Haltingly With Excite

.

                 She laid poised
               'pon mine bedroll
                  Eyne beaming
                         lips
                     displaying 
            with sweet wide smile
                    hern pearls

           My kneez were buckling
         whilst mine eyne slithered
                her twisted torso

       ‘Exposing with relish she wuz
                hern hale haunch
                     Cocksure’

              What lover uv write
                  Would ignore
                    This share
                        Uv i
               “mine two digits
                      tap tap
                      tapping
              ‘pon this machine
              Whilst mine other 
               duke’s two digits
                       pulled
            Haltingly with excite
                         her 
           bikini bottom’s bowed
                       string”





*Cocksure: overly confident
  Hale: sound; free from defect

Premium Member A Red Neck Xmas

'Twas close to the day when Buba Claus,
His red nose and Bowie knife shining,
Would be off to fill the manly's hearths,
With bacon for their frying.

The ground was bare of snow or ice, 
The sky was clear of reindeer. 
But Buba Claus was loading his sleigh, 
Real high, with good stout Yule beer? 
 
Buba Claus was out in force, 
His NRA cronies in tow, 
To fill naughty radicals stockings, 
With tiny bits of coal. 
 
Cigars dangled from their lips, 
A spittoon he placed by their feet, 
And, before the sleigh rose off the ground; 
They tossed in another side of beef. 
 
Each carnivore, they laughingly swore; 
Would have their fill this year, 
And Bambi blanched as He flew by, 
While Teddy Bears ran in fear! 
 
Over New Canaan His courses flew, 
Past the homes of vegetarians; 
And down their chimneys they did toss; 
The views of Libertarians! (gasp) 
 
And when the last haunch was placed, 
Upon the spits of the mighty, 
His spat his cud of gnarly gum, 
Into the spittoon real tidy! 
 
Then he flew off with a Ho, Ho, Ho, 
And, not the ones for plowing (wink)
Cause Buba Claus had his own ideas 
Of all Santa's sissy endowings!

Premium Member On His Haunch

A man did chew, and he just knew
On his haunch, he needed the loo
He didn’t make it 
A disgraceful fit 
It went everywhere, all the poo

Russell Sivey

Goat Drama

goat-throat spittle…
clippety-clop baaaah
petting zoo aggression?

coiled haunch with head hung low
fibrous horns poised…
charge! crack! thud!

empty victories
beget
sad kings

weary actors on dusty stage
same lines
same script

strange skulls
hiding
glass-blank eyes

quiet ghosts
never
forget

Open Arms Welcome Poetry Muse

Ideally yours truly prefers 
a she/her who never got prosecuted for a felon, 
yet who most deaf fin knit lee  
possesses sound blinding killer instincts
think miracle worker Anne Sullivan
signifying rendering phenomenal success 
with one female named re: amazing Helen
exhibiting discerning admirable qualities
constituting intelligent witty male
despite his/him sports haunch size of a melon. 

I gently beckon inspiration
for dalliance with mother tongue
English Language, each
singular lettered manifestation
familiar to yours truly symbolized
by panoply, sans twenty six letters,

whereby this patient wordsmith
luxuriates, when writer's block
yields sudden gush,
nee burst of creativity
dissolving impenetrable wall
mental log jammed impasse,

discourages literary ambitions
dashed exerted forcefulness
'pon cerebral terra incognita
counterproductive grip locks
figurative drawbridge begetting
utmost frustration allowing egress

and ingress constituting obstructed surge
temporarily disabling free and clear
transmission between damned fount
barricading abundant bajillion ideas
silent at loggerheads clangor and din
analogous between unswerving enemies

prepared to fight till the death,
exhausting mental energy expended
attempting armistice with futile results,
hence quixotic oft repeated
time tested metaphor
i.e. deliberate pressure foisted

upon seat of aging cerebral matter
inadvertently coloring fist sized organ
at least fifty shades of gray,
versus unexpurgated brainstorming
linkedin with unfettered restraint
breeds favorable prodigious ideas

jotted/ typed stream of consciousness fashion
modus operandi favorable to engender
receptive access, asper (gas) excellent see
i.e. entrance untrammeled leeway
with minimal clash of opposing
titanic invisible entities
thus, aye abandon battering ram

to experience positive outcome
giving good n plenti profuse flood
unstoppable geyser spewing
plethora of appealing material
to arrange into cogent affinity, 
energy, magnanimity and synchronicity!

Filched Physiognomy Mine

Filched Physiognomy - Mine!

Absolute zero escape
velocity guts dance
sing days (contra and square),
cuz metabolic full abundance
abdominal adipose tissue acceptance
not in accordance

with light as a feather
miss lost acquaintance
the boy within forced admittance
as sure man tanks of fat did advance
shotgun marriage demanded allegiance
to pledge lifetime alliance

no room for allowance
crushing lightness of being ambiance
nor allies to help me combat
battle fatigue require
ring superman endurance
to muster strength

to stand erect else ambulance
will whisk away husky
embarrassing appearance
loose fitting clothing
jelly roll appurtenance
overnight digital readout,

asper body mass index
scaled quick ascendance,
thus when showering,
I look askance
fearing bulging balloon
will necessitate assistance

else... diet of worms
as only assurance
safeguarding body electric
against hecklers at open casket
no matter, a small perchance
crowd in attendance
yea... eventual cremation

after life only fat chance
to alleviate present circumstance
heavy matter fails security clearance
the price for astute cognizance
weak willpower alighting countenance
esse pie ying sweet treats

now measures taken to counterbalance
to fight temptation and dalliance
overruling feasting craving delectation
to restore trim deliverance
love handles around equator
no magician can render disappearance

yes the discontinuance
of just dessert must maintain distance
without being weighed
down with disturbance
by heaviest haunch
ain't no elegance

lugging extra encumbrance
when throughout my early life,
skinny, yet able to steel glance
mirrored reflection now grievance,
where wistful memory
ha...ironic insouciance

more so than
today finds intolerance,
thus woebegone issuance
thorn in muss hide
to experience jubilance
hmm...maybe a strong

arm can lance
excess flab quite a nuisance
to defy gravity, why penance
sans unsightly paunch
yours truly laments skin
tight fit, thus petulance

lame excuse unwanted protuberance
necessitates dedicated pursuance
recollection of washboard
abdomen impossible, yes
nothing accomplished by remonstrance!

Premium Member Bon Appetit

Jerusalem artichoke
Haunch of venison,
Roasted rabbit ,stuffed with squid,
Ravioli rice,
Exquisite hybrid-
Well worth the
Price !

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