Best Hunch Poems
Dripping over with the magic sense, you
With violet wings soar unnaturally low.
I split with your cloud's grief my own adieus—
And the words that can hold your barbed mind close,
A place where there's dreams— I hope— to shed to.
My cousin owned a beagle,
A horny ol' dog;
He hunched everything in sight,
Even a hollow log
I looked out on the lawn,
What do you think I'd see?
That peanut-head canine,
Hunchin' on a tree
Hunchin' on a bicycle,
Hunchin' on a car;
Hunchin' on a porcupine,
Oh, what an awful scar!!
I woke up one morning,
Squeaks echoed through my head;
And wouldn't you believe,
He was hunchin' on my bed?!
He never rolled over,
Shake, fetch or beg;
But he could work up a sweat,
On the shin of your leg
One day I had enough,
I called my cousin on the phone;
I shouted loud and clear...
"He's hunchin' on a bone!!"
That's when I realized,
Milk and oil will never mix;
Once again I shouted out...
"Why don't you have him fixed?!!"
My cousin then replied...
"You know that ain't no good!"
"It wouldn't be right,
To take his manhood!"
One day we went fishing,
The sun was facing south;
That silly ol' hound,
Started hunchin' a cottonmouth!
He took a fatal bite,
The snake struck him again;
Before we blinked an eye,
He bolted in the wind!
Deep within the forest,
Searching frantically;
We found our horny friend,
As dead as he could be
The moral to this story,
Be kind to your pet;
If you're not a breeder,
Please call your local vet!
The cat had a hunch and she got her wish
She hunched her back and jumped on a side dish
The dish had to diffuse
And he croaked out the news
"Cat,You're a bit odd; sort of a ***** fish."
I have a feeling
Deep, deep inside
Something slowly growing
Crossing the divide
I have a feeling
That something’s gonna change
It’s a matter of knowing
And it feels kinda strange
I have a feeling
I didn’t really have a clue
I just keep searching
It was something, something I just knew
I have a feeling and I know it is really strong
It’s only a matter of time
I only hope that I’m not wrong
Travelling in your dreams or dreaming in your travels
You want to be seen or you want to be hidden
Selfies are better or nature is bigger
You love the sky or you hate the land
Like a lazy night or a hyperactive bang
Partying hard or driving through the dark
Silent hood or a dog that barks
Love yourself or the playboys
Getting married or become a loner
Eating to live or living to eat?
Using your hands or thighs that spreads
Whatever it is, doesn't make any sense
The Token Hunch-Back
By Elton Camp
Most businesses feel they must have a few token blacks
So it’s reasonable to have equity for all the hunch-backs
Mad scientists require a slavish assistant to do their will
Only one dressed in black and called Igor can fill the bill
And to fully please his master, Igor always does so fine
It can be Count Dracula or maybe Professor Frankenstein
The castle where the duo do their dirty work’s on a hill
Whenever the villagers living below see it, it gives a chill
When enough of the evil master the townfolks finally get,
They never invade the castle until the sun has nearly set
Igor will then always do all he can his master to defend
But the outraged villagers will always triumph in the end
I know, politically correct a poem like this certainly is not
Since it make hunch-backs feel reviled and put on the spot
The Americans With Disabilities Act applies in the USA
However, pictures like these are all set a half a world away
Shohei Ohtani is in a league of his own
playing baseball in a whole new zone
He hits home runs a mile
poker-faced, never smiles
Rounds the bases like lightning
his speed almost frightening
And this near-mythical man pitches ‘lights out’ too!
Methinks he's a robot ~ How about you?
tiz the old fashioned way of composing
with paper and comfortable pen
longhanded words writ with feeling
as old fashioned habits kick in
I'd like to be on my computer
Alas an impossible place
Some hacker has rendered it useless
A jerk I can't see face to face
There'll come time that it really won't matter
as new situations arise
the fabric of memory will tatter
like forgotten political lies
But back in the day when my temper held sway
I'd be toasting his early demise
By finding a technical way
of whacking a hacker in play
So I'll sit back and wait
for sweet lady Fate
To waltz on his grave in delight
it's sweet consolation
that knowing sensation
his indiscrimination
will step on a nerd redneck's feet
who will take up the cause
to make him hit pause
then control alternate and delete
I think i know what intuition means
call it a hunch
Am the string.
Oscillating discretely,
The sways of pattern,
Calling for elation,
To come happen...
Am now a probability.
Never discrete, yet,
A contradictory distinction,
True absolutism,
And not a fiction...
Am a void...conclusively.
For within me persists everything,
And for i resemble nothing,
For i am all material,
Yet am not a thing...
None.
Am just...I.
Oh sweet perfumed branches of winter will
Upon this rock I lay my hankering and my spirit is still
I have borne the pain of winter shame
And walked with dignitaries in vain
chasing after the unknown wandering over hills and valley
but somewhere in the deep gravity got a whole of me
and forces me to speak, the heaven is wetting the clouds
and the melodies are choking the deities in the skies
But something profound will shake the heart of the town
and birds and beast shall be free and the universe will walk with thee
Months and years have passed and the journey continues to last
I have trod the hallways on broken knees and resisted temptation
but my faith kept me going when the moisture dried out of the air and I start breathing hot air,
shall I continue to comfort thee when you have fill the air with
intense anxiety and misery
Anxious minds have come alive waiting for your courage to die
But the university is standing with a made shift stretcher and lots of officers that have crossed over
I have been contemplation the symbol all day for the missing link and the point where destiny begins.
From whence did this agony come when I won the prize before winter began
The universe is frowning with thee
for what you did to my friends and family
It is the rage that is following thee
That ignite the fire before thee
all I ever hope for is a level playing field
With bats and gloves and the satellite shining above
Listen when my hunches speak there is truth in every word
And they are deep
Listen when my intuition speak and take action before you go to sleep