Best Trim Poems
I don’t know tic tac toe
so I rhyme this with flow,
showing Nick Nac knows
how to serve the perfect dose.
Measuring the rhymes
like I’m pleasuring the lines,
leisure for the minds
like I’m lemon and I’m lime,
1st and 2nd personalities
pushed to share realities,
combining combat and comebacks
as I incompetently rap,
you’re ripping me now
it’s a banter attack,
shyt but gripping somehow
as I pant and sound crap.
It’s another chicken dinner
from Mr Trim Trimmer,
not a rapper or a singer
but, a mother loving winner.
POTD 02/02/2019
On this tropical beach, one hot summer day
Jim the Trim came, his bod to display
Been workin’ out day and night
Made the girls' eyes burn bright
Next, he's running from muscles that sashay
KIM PATRICE NUNEZ
10 April 2015
Jim, now rich, bought a wee li’l islet;
there he lived, with ten men and a starlet.
Changed his partner each day,
heaved and huffed till they say,
the islet is now, the town named Scarlet.
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The story's not over, he's not decadent.
Send away the men, he just simply can’t;
they built the town housing,
the roads and some building
for starlet Scarlet, whom the islet was meant.
21 April 2015
Humorous Poetry Contest - 4th Place
Sponsor : Thomas Martin
(A limerick for Jack Ellison)
A surgeon was called to do operation,
as Jim's "little friends" need urgent attention.
His aspiring poetess wife
Scarlet yields a mean word knife;
To reduce sillyballs was her only intention.
*sillyballs? syllables! duh...
09 October 2015
Jim the Trim’s been watching too much video
The kind that caused rise in his libido
Mind still on a femme fatale
Was brought to the hospital
His front was trapped by the doors of the Metro.
KIM PATRICE NUNEZ
10 April 2015
Then there was time that seemed so terrible
Everything that happened was unbearable
I had hoped would never happen again
And God would save me from my sin.
By things like that I have been plagued
While in prayer to God have often begged
I know You truly are the sacred one
Please forgive me for what I have done.
From all of my sins I am now forgiven
God's love is why I continue to be living
And if it really had not been for Him
Then I still would be fat and not look so trim.
On Jim the Trim's cruise, in a luxury liner
He was asked to be frisked, what a stinger!
You see, the alarm went off
He was taken and 'cuffed
Wee metal marbles, found in his boxer.
KIM PATRICE NUNEZ
18 April 2015
Now, Jim the Trim, you already know him
He went to the pool, and there he met Kim
He approached where she lays
Thought he’d score for the day
Where’s Jim? Knocked out, by prim and proper Kim!
Thank you Arthur V, for lending Eve and Steve's pool!
KIM PATRICE NUNEZ
28 February 2015
sea island natives
living reminders of trade
cotton rice and indigo
gullah life is made
five benne wafers
cast into new daylight
the hudu spell is torn away
rest easy then this night
bridges came and baskets sold
the younguns moved to town
rich men came and stole our land
again to trod us down
But some have stayed to tell the tales
of how our world began
of lands and cultures far away
before man had ever owned man
There once was a guy named Jim,
he trained at some cool dude’s gym.
With his daily work out
and his nightly bed bouts;
He no longer has hair now to trim.
With gratitude to Debbie Guzzi for her blog on Limerick.
KIM PATRICE NUNEZ
27 February 2015
Now, Jim is a guy who cultures
His zest for and boasts of his adventures
But won't tell he met a lady
He bowed down so gallantly
That both of them had to catch his dentures.
KIM PATRICE NUNEZ
19 March 2015
I drive around a bi-cycle
a cycle bike psycho
at night a light’s on
my-ma (ma) mountain bike
oh it’s a little delightful
my seat on my cycle
I ride all night on
my-ma (ma) mountain bike
I’ll jump the curbs in acceleration,
and pedal push to my destination,
don’t pay road tax, my declaration,
no f... that, drivers hold frustration
Oh
Oi
These trucks get way to close
thinking they own the roads
Woah
Oi
they test test test my nerve,
these flucking bus ankers
I drive around a bi-cycle
a cycle bike psycho
at night a light’s on
my-ma (ma) mountain bike
oh it’s a little delightful
my seat on my cycle
I ride all night on
my-ma (ma) mountain bike
dirty dank fumes got me spacey
light headed it sways me
others walk or run but I go this way
I like to ride my bi-cycle
I'm cycle bike psycho
all day and night on
my-ma (ma) mountain bike
It must be said, some mouth opinions
you cyclists all smell like onions
which is mean
so I thump them and nick their keys
I speed on
oi oi
and I say ha ha ha you cannot drive your car
they say
woah woah
as I fly fly fly fly over the handlebars
I crashed into an Aygo
a Toyota Aygo
the wheel's mangled on
my ma (ma) mountain bike
I wasn't looking where I go
when I hit an Aygo
so I'm in mourn for
my ma (ma) mountain bike
in a hospital room
going crazy
fresh air seems tasty
they say ha ha can't ride your bike today
I think karma's a bastard
it put me in plaster
and now they have to
ha ha (ha) help me s**t
ma (ma) mountain bike
(oh) mountain bike
(mountain bike) ohh
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I feel if you want to steal my limelight
then you had best learn to rhyme tight,
and double up your rhyme with each line
like mine so that I might feel the fright,
decline and beeline from your sight.
Live your life in the shadows
far away from the meadows
and only move slightly so
your world doesnt crumble.
Just sit in your bubble and wallow
and mumble afraid to rumble
this phenom for the trouble.
You've the chance of a bumble bee
that's been detached from its stinger and wings,
whinging in pain towards the fat lady that sings.
Nearing the finish line in less than a minutes time,
sliding from the peak and unable to climb,
beaten down in shock by my sublime
and superbly well crafted rhyme.
You can repeatedly attempt to try to call my bluff
but you cannot sit in my seat or out do my stuff
because I'll treat you rough and smack the puff
out of your cheeks thus causing you to fluff
words you seek, weak without enough.
I'm the Trim Reaper, I creep,
I'll push you down until you creek,
and become to weak,
to move or even speak,
I'll allow your slow retreat,
as the tears begin to leak,
I'll beat out the next beat
as I beat and defeat on repeat.
Kings fumble their crown
in a blink of the eye,
and fall down earth bound
from way up in the sky,
because they cannot thrive,
not while I am alive,
best to give up then hide
and silence crying eyes.
Musk it you must as the dusk hides the dust,
because you can't muster up or adjust
and prove that you've got enough groove
to remove me when you're busted with no thrust
to remove me or leave me stationed to rust.
Trust me I'll turn your talent crusty abruptly
then move heaven and hell above me.
My desire will not tire as the fire transpires up high,
all eyes on me to see the majestic Phoenix rise.
A presence out of this world like the Phoenix lights,
this sentence wields the last words seen in this write.
I would like to trim this with laces
And trace your lips slowly
(if I wouldn't wake you)
The early morning's cool air
Cheering birds and bright light
Always seem to keep you asleep
And me, a dash happy sentimental
Hanging ornaments somewhere in my mind
Having found a home and charm
Wide awake under your arm
Went for a haircut, forgot to say “a trim”
Nearly got scalped, ticked me off to the brim
Kids yelled wahoo
Big rocks I threw
Next time I'll tear 'em apart limb by limb