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....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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We are all camels carrying too much of loads
 Our eyes are shedding tears due to pain
There few seconds our wisdom will rise
                                ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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When the final act of courage
is gone
—all you have left is hope

(30th Street Station: May, 2021)...

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The person's patience has run out 
For he is overcome by doubt....

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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
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