Best Slurry Poems

BUTCHER PETE

In the vault below lies the mince, of butcher Pete
Got dragged into a meat processor by the soles of his feet.

RADIOACTIVE  SCUM

The Russian soldiers who stormed Chernobyl, are buried in lead coffins below.
And in the dark of night you can see, their radioactive...

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O'Dowd

An old hunter by the name of O'Dowd
Shooting tigers for fun made him feel proud
Had trouble with his gun
There was no time to run
Now lies covered on a slab with a shroud..


Jed

There was a frisky old man known as Jed
Took red pills so he wouldn't...

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INCESSANT SUMMER RAIN

In morbid humid summer heat I feign, easily drain
Prospecting for a cool, crisp meandering breeze
Conceivably, nature might spill a gentle "summer rain" 
A dismal cloud generates, an inkling of relief to gratify, such a tease
Now I sit in disbelief up upon my slimy...

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"A fool and his money are soon parted."
               --Thomas Tusser

Money is the name of a fool’s game
Those who have it have more worry,
Often woes accompany riches and fame.

I don’t have that...

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So cold is winters worry
Trepidation of the fury
Below zero trudging slurry 
Walking the cold last mile

Dodging bears and trailing wolves
Through the forest of the woods
Take my hand that you should
Walking the cold last mile 

We made it to the house with fire
Settle down, cosy smiles
If...

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We stood silent
in the cold wind,  
snug in the wrapped warmth
of our grandmothers thick coat, 
my sister and I,
staring into the mystery
of a freshly cut and polished 
marble headstone, the letters
spelling my grandfathers name
sounding out in our heads 
as if recited in a reading...

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Your hairy brown exterior
Belies the sweet interior

A gift to humans culinary
Or cocktail quite extraordinary

Your oil it smooths, caresses
A babies bum it blesses

Your cream is heaven slurry
As I add it to my curry

In short you're what we all need
Though your stature for a plant seed

Might be...

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Woody Allen once pondered, “Is rough sex dirty?”
Replied “Only if it's done right”, his eyes quite blurry
Voice trembling and shaking
During this joyous undertaking
Apologized for his words which came out quite slurry...

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Hear the clip-clop of iambic beats
Sounds like Shelley with a side of Keats
Is that the scritchity-scratch of a goose quill flickin’
Or just the tippity-tap of some mouse you clickin’..?

So you a prophet poet, regular Marley meets Dylan
Writin’ about oppression and unjust killin’
Shootin' the Sheriff with...

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The beach gathers its dead. Thousands of horseshoe crabs
come home on the full moon’s tide. Their courting dances, 
scrawled with claw and carapace in the wet sand, leave
with the ghost hands of nursing Autumn wave.

Their nests of jewel-colored eggs, covered and soothed
seasoned in salt sea,...

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An energetic farmer called Murray
Had a struggle to clean out the slurry
The pipe would block
By a big stone or a small rock
That’s why he was always in a hurry...

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A man once pondered, “Is rough sex dirty?”
Replied “Only if it's done right”, his eyes quite blurry
Voice trembling and shaking
During this joyous undertaking
Apologized for his words which came out quite slurry...

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There was something spectacular
about a winter, long and hard,
on the Miles River.
Some days will never be the same.

Greying skies, heavy hung
with crystal burdens
of the wind, and air. Twenty above,
after sunset, zero.

And the snow was the problem
of every man of driving age
with responsibility. His children 
were...

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The S.E.A.T. planes look like Vultures as they circle over head,
Dropping tanks of slurry over glowing trees of red;

An orange blaze crests the mountain top, then swallows the valley below;
As the smoldering ash floats back to Earth, it almost looks like snow;

The roar of the...

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As we approached the ice bergs our ship seemed tiny
they towered high above us as we crept into the bay
we could see the Eskimo's and their sleigh's waiting
now we would complete the next few legs with them

Our goal is to reach and set up camp...

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