Best Last Straw Poems
Dedicated to a fine poet on soup Gershon Wolf.
In an old cowboy town in Wichita
Staying alive meant being quick on the draw
The Straws and Jones shoot out
Was bloody without doubt
All killed except one he was' The Last Straw'.
Written 18th July 2019.
These last few years have put our world to test:
Pandemic threat, political unrest,
Divisive strife, we hoped, our past forgot
As lives that mattered were, in cold blood, shot...
But nothing impacted and shocked us more
Than unjustified and uncalled war.
March 6, 2022
10 syllables per line
A camel in a wildlife park
Went on a wild attack;
He kicked and bit his owner
Then he sat down on his back.
I read this in The New York Times
So this was not in jest.
The reason for the rampage, though,
Is harder to digest.
It seems the camel loved to drink
A Coke, which he was given
By the owner, who forgot and so
To rage that beast was driven.
The message here is very clear –
If you’ve a pet with humps,
Don’t deprive him of his cola
Or prepare to take your lumps.
What finally burst our sack of sorrows,
was it tugs from past, or sad tomorrows?
Did it rot inside from pain and lies,
or did our baggage stretch beyond its size?
Was one more crisis all it took
to pop it open like a book?
If we simply forgot to double bag
that indeed would be a great big drag
The mess that lies now on the ground
perhaps, we still could've carried round
But in the end, the question's moot;
for in this life, all deeds bear fruit
So, it doesn't matter who's to blame
when we both know, that it's a shame
The last straw ~ always waiting
demeaning our relay,
the disappointment's mating
as others "get their way!"
That word not spoken, ladeling
our hope ~ now quick, abrupt,
the reward we were cradeling
snatched from our bosom's cup!
If scars of crucifixion
were meant to not disrupt,
the last straws revolution
is bearing "long enough!"
And all the last straws build up
so surely I have wept,
could almost fill the manger ~
where Jesus Christ had . . . slept!
We are all camels carrying too much of loads
Our eyes are shedding tears due to pain
There few seconds our wisdom will rise
from it’s sleep
Give some cautious to know the sorrows of life
She will smile and give a little pleasure
Your wisdom will be buried in to your desire
Again your eyes will shed tears
to get a little bit of relief from your heavy task
Again a straw will be removed from your back and
It will be thrown before your eyes
You will feel a complete relief
from all your burdens
She won’t allow you to go out from her hands
Cause she is Maya, very powerful illusion
Her task is to keep you in her circle forever
Though a holy way is very clear and visible to you
You can’t be allowed to go in that way
Cause she is Maya, very powerful illusion
She will remove a straw not of all and
You won’t be let free from Her clutches
When in that hospital bed, day after day
With all the intrusions that got in the way
One more therapist coming into my room
Or a doctor arrived spreading facts of gloom.
Tho the nurses were kind, they kept charging in
From morning thu night just as sleep would begin
So, one day I’d had enough, and I let out a shout
I ask the head nurse, “Please keep everyone out”
I need to be left alone, have a good cry
To ask God, “Why me”, then on Him I’d rely
After a good night’s sleep, hopelessness was gone
And with renewed purpose, knew I could move on.
What do you do when that last straw breaks your back?
You get out of bed, and get yourself back on track!
Last Straw in Berries
In some berries, we found the last straw,
And a picture of it we would try to draw;
Picture was fine,
Of a straight line,
Had heard some did slide down her bra.
Jim Horn
Had been hearing about a blatant blurb,
Efforts exerted so they can find an herb;
Tried and tried;
He lied and lied;
Trump's idiotic cravings it now can curb.
Jim Horn
Wrote many poems now and way back
When, but seems like I did loose track;
Some caste aside;
Others had to hide,
Want to view poems each has a crack.
Jim Horn
Way up high my mind started to soar,
Above some sandy and pretty shore;
Birds flew;
Quite a few;
Loved it and want to do much more.
Jim Horn
Trump A Tiny Tot On Trial
Trump always did seem so infantile;
That was his manner and also style;
Diapers does need,
Which will impede;
Can you imagine him being on trial.
Jim Horn
To difficulty Jesus was no stranger;
Horse did bit him while in manager;
Never corrupt;
Grew up abrupt;
Turned table on a money changer.
This is where expression turn table
on someone came from. You have
to take turns turning tables though.
Jim Horn
She said she had stopped loving me long ago
Now, her goal was to make me miserable,
Not the least of kind affections does she show
And her villainy is far more than considerable,
It seemed to start after our first year of bliss
Which is something I will surely always miss.
Enough! Enough, I say, of this utter travesty
For it is clear enough, she is worthless to me!
written December 15, 2021
Last Straw Trump Possessed
For a while now we stood aghast;
Trump had a tendency to procrast;
He is imperil;
Bottom of barrel,
And straw in possession is his last.
Jim Horn
She glanced at him from across the table
while carefully realigning her eating utensils.
He was reading a report of some kind, or
so she thought. He was completely engrossed
[Clearly, he was not aware of her presence]
In his cellphone like she was not there.
Once, she said rather loudly
”Uh-humm,”
But he dismissed her with a wave of his hand.
She sighed.
Then, she took her cellphone from her purse
and googled
DIVORCE LAWYERS
written July 31, 2021
When the final act of courage
is gone
—all you have left is hope
(30th Street Station: May, 2021)
The Second To The Last Straw
Just Forgiving One More Time,
This Isn’t A Super-Wide Camel's
Back With A Minor Tolerance In Mind.
The Conditions For Unconditional
Can Quickly Toughen Love To Scars.
There Maybe Something Out Of
Place I Can Rearrange…
Ummm,
Depending
How
You Really
Are.
Nope.
Whatever.
Closed.
Sorry.
-Gray Squirrel
07-27-2025
The person's patience has run out
For he is overcome by doubt.