Best Squashed Poems
Tonight I found a letter on my doormat
It was addressed to me – oh fancy that
I opened it and it does say
Please come for a mammogram one Monday
My heart sank like an enormous stone
With sinking spirits, I let out a huge moan
They take one of your very precious ‘norks’
Clamp it so hard your eyes pop out on stalks
Then leave you imprisoned and take a pic
Tell you it may be uncomfortable – just a little bit
They lied, they lied, they blooming lied
I found it so painful I could have cried
Oh joy of joys now they must do the other side
One boob squashed like a pancake, the other I want to hide
But they get you quick before you can escape
They need to scan both boobies there can be no mistake
Men and women can BOTH get breast cancer
Checking your breasts regularly is the answer
Jan Allison
15th September 2014
The evening dainty drizzle
Dances with twilight tinge
Descends in tumbling torrent
Through the opaque night
Enwrapping enshrined
The squashed sordid sky
Waiting to unfurl wide in vain
The rain rinsed petals
Under dawning sun to paint
Ruptured rainbow charm.
The juvenile sparkling smile
Innate innocence configured
Cascades as care-free stream
In captivating youthful valley
For a while with ageless aura
Inundates the pristine plateau
The flooded unblemished face
Waits for the turning time
Spread dense obscurity dust
Erase senile smile without trace.
Squished and Squashed
Maybe my brain has been washed
Thoughts were squished and squashed
Pouring out from an unsmarted brain
Vanishing into space on a fast train
To think, our whole country he trashed.
Jim Horn
Seems Cinderella has now learned;
her fantasies oft left her burned.
Instead of rude princes,
she’s switched to cheese blintzes
and Uber for carriage returns.
Watching the parade long ago on Memorial Day
Visiting the cemetery, stop and pray
Goose bumps appearing as our flag was unfurled
A child dreaming he could change the world
When did it stop, This dream of change
When did they take and rearrange
So we no longer see the honest truth
Squashed are the dreams of idealistic youth
We kill unborn children and we cannot pray
The blood on our hands will not wash away
For our own good they destroy liberty
Squashed are the ones who would disagree
A liberalized society with no where to go
We are becoming victims of the status quo
Laws don’t exist for them to undermine
When will our star begin to shine
Victory is ours if we will make a stand
Before our freedom is forever banned
We will overcome what we all despise
Squashed will be the deception and alibis
A
nuisance
The mosquito
They stick their needle in
your skin slowly sucking your blood
Leaving you scratching the bump that they left
When I see them nearing me
Hands out
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Ring My Bell Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Anderson
6/22/2021
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