Best Trounced Poems
In 2028, the votes were tallied
and the winner announced.
The loser had been trounced
by a good woman of the people.
Soon, epaulets came into her office
and other shiny suits so fine
as the new President's eyes did shine
in warm greeting.
These men quickly cut her smile
telling her how the world was to be
for the power was not hers, you see.
She was their marionette.
They would pull the strings
as they had for many, many years
manipulating human fears
throughout the world.
Many more were hidden
never in the public view
in fact, the President never knew
the extent of their realm.
So she sat at her desk
highly crowned and ordained
never showing the disdain
she felt from her lofty precipice.
Categories:
trounced, political
Form:
Rhyme
Mindfulness shows us the way,
self-aware through night and day.
Ego urges deflect thought,
thus its best, to be self-taught.
Exiting game of shadows,
we graze in heaven’s meadows.
Erst fears and desires renounced,
lower mind is here now trounced.
Knowing love alone real,
fickle cravings lose appeal.
That that does not come and go,
recognised in stillness slow.
Oh hermit, God in-dwells form,
felt as bliss magnetism warm.
Once cravings of ego shorn,
we as twice born, yet live on.
20-March-2022
Categories:
trounced, spiritual,
Form:
Jueju
Travel Time Tropics Trip Tepid Temperature Tourist Town
Tunnel Toll Ticket Taker Taxi Token Transit Trail Transport Truck
Tractor Trailer Train Track Trouble Test Terror Turf Tribal Territory
Tender Trap Tricky Terms Tete-a-Tete Try Translate Think Talk
Tongue Tied Timebomb Ticking Tamper Temper Trinket Trade
Twinkle Tax Theft Taken Treasure Total Thoroughly Trounced
Twice Thrice Twine Tie Tight Together Torn Trousers
Tree Twig Too Thin Trusty Tool
Thundering Typhoon Tempest Temblor Titanic Turbulence
Turbid Torrents Twirling Twisting
Trembling Threatening Thrilling Thriving Thirsting Throbbing
Thirsty Throat Twilight Terrace Tecate Tavern Two Tequilas
Tres Tacos Tasty Tortillas Three Tequilas Ten Tequilas
Table Tab Tip Tina Tawdry Trollop Tattoo Taboo Toe Tap
Tickle Tease Trumpeting Tunes Tenor Tones
Talented Troubadours The Texas Tornados
Topsy Turvy Tick Tock Tardy Time
Tiresome Testimony Tall Tale
Thankful Thoughts
Totally Transgressed
Tumultuous
Traveler
Categories:
trounced, adventure, conflict, international, stress,
Form:
Alliteration
Obama and Romney
Barrack Obama
Tracked down terror mastermind Osama
And then trounced Mitt Romney
A mere Presidential nominee.
Poor Romney had lots of money
At times funny with promises like honey
But popular trend he couldn’t buck
It did really suck.
29/ Nov/12
S.Jagathsimhan Nair
For: PD’s Clerihew contest.
Categories:
trounced, political,
Form:
Clerihew
Tongue twister line:
From the rustic rover to Samuel Sanders, they try to tickle the tongue with tricky tongue twisters.
1. A rustic rover round the ricks ran restlessly, and restive, he rushed to the nearby rural rill to reinvigorate himself. Then whoever he met, he ranted and raved with him or her with reckless arrogance. Revivified and rejuvenated, the vagrant straggler across the riverbank rumbled and rumbled , and trounced a regal recluse that triggered a fiery ruction. Then another rowdy ragamuffin slapped him hard and a furious rabble raised an unprecedented rumpus.
2. Samuel Sanders, a saucy salesman with sable brow, had an ancestral house in Sussex, but since he was a man of gypsy psyche, of late he strayed into Surrey and settled there for squarely six months, and then set out to straggle across the Sicilian seashore seeking psychological solace in the serene and suave sound of the seawaves.
3. You can't put a better bit of butter on your platter because a martyr did shatter the packet of your butter as it did welter in the gutter, but that waiter did cater you this later, muttering about an utter butter-hater from Gloucester with bitter hauteur.
19th November, 2016
Categories:
trounced, fantasy,
Form:
Alliteration
Tarnishing through timing
Three times trustingly
Triple traps tripping too
Trounced twice tingling
Telepathically trudging
Teaming tremendous tasks
Tell Timmy to take tally
Tarnished Through Timing
Categories:
trounced, word play, words,
Form:
Alliteration
Godzilla Dreams
My little dragon is growing up. I do believe he’s just had his first crush.
In his cave with a sign ‘To Enter, Beware’, are Godzilla posters everywhere.
And he talks about her non-stop, all day long, Godzilla this, and Godzilla that.
This morning he mentioned contacting her so…Yes, he wants to bring her home.
Now, this did not make me a happy song, Dragon and Godzilla, together in my yard!
I sat him down to explain, his precious hopes, were only pipe dreams, in any regard.
The only communicating, he had done, is talking to TV screens and horror shows.
The Godzilla he saw, and the Godzilla he’d find… might be two very different kinds.
Like with any kid, this did not go off well, for he packed his bag and flew to Tokyo.
Yep, as you guessed she’s a treasure there… and a great big whooping movie star.
Every time he tried to talk… she blew him off, so as not to disturb, her next photo op.
But suddenly she became very interested in him; he’d be the new bad guy in a film.
She trounced him left, and she trounced him right, but never did he get a talking line.
She pushed him here, and she pushed him there, till he fell hard hurting, everywhere.
The buildings he landed on had sharp edges, till cuts and bruises were his final fate.
Then payment was a single kiss, lack luster at best, yep, a really fake movie star kiss.
As promotional time came around, again, he was pushed away, from every newsman.
Now our dragon is very self-centered you know, so with tears in eyes, he came home.
For days he moped around the house, as we all took turns… trying to cheer him up.
I got him his own photo layout in a magazine, the talk show circuit ruled supreme.
His heart was broken, but he’s a spirited thing, with lessons learned, important things.
What we dream, and what we think, we want, are not always the reality given to us.
He was just glad, to finally be home, and to leave the movies and Godzilla far behind.
He may not be the kindest thing, but he’s loved by all, and here the kisses aren’t fake.
Here, his faults will be tolerated as he grows up, yes HERE, he’s family, to one and all…
He’s back to the dragon, I did know, as we sit at the lake, in time out… What else?
Categories:
trounced, adventure, dream, emotions, fantasy,
Form:
Light Verse
Explosions rock the boat;
Ocean gushes inside.
The battered stern won't float,
All controls lock their slide.
Listing fifteen degrees,
The lifeboats fail to launch.
Swift decent lugs a squeeze
Impossible to staunch.
After mounting seconds
The vessel starts to slow,
While the stark deep beckons
To swallow them below.
Schweiger spies the turmoil
From aboard U-20.
Acts of rage shall embroil.
Outcomes destroy plenty.
Along the starboard side,
Crewmen sadly lose grip.
Force and terror collide--
Rag dolls plummet and flip.
The Merseyside Bowler,
Captain Bill Turner stays
As the helm controller
Until the sea betrays.
He scoops the chart and log
Before tossed by the wave
To splash down in the fog
As deck chairs bob to save.
Eighteen minutes stalk down
As the queen disappears,
This vessel of the crown
Sheds life essence like tears.
Of the forty-eight rafts,
Only six salvage lives.
Few are plucked from the craft,
Rescued before the dive.
Bodies scramble for life
As the rouge flotsam floats.
Survivors torn by strife
Wait for swift rescue boats.
The massive toll of grief
Demands a quick response.
Liars sell disbelief,
More soldiers to ensconce.
Freedom dies from deceit
Since justice needs to thrive.
Heroes wail in defeat
When covert acts contrive.
So Schweiger falls denounced
For his sinister role.
Yet U-boats do fall trounced
By the British patrol.
Bounties Cunard offers
To captains ramming foes
Offer tempting coffers
For quelling danger woes.
Poor Lusitania!
Dashed by corruptive lies.
Megalomania,
Shielding truth in disguise.
The sleeping giant stirs
Due to brutal accounts,
Sparking violent slurs
With omissive recounts.
Woodrow Wilson blusters
At the German attack
While the bankers muster
To break our nation’s back.
Indignant elites rule
Behind grim deception.
Lessons untaught in school
Show wicked inception.
Categories:
trounced, history, war
Form:
Ballad
Nervous Hands
Did you know nervous hands can cause problems?
Let me tell you, folks, I know they can!
Hear my tale of a fidgety woman
and her equally jittery man.
At a conference, they became restless
as the speaker just droned on and on.
Though they tried to give him their attention,
they just couldn’t. Each stifled a yawn.
He began to drum HARD on the table
with his fingernails—thumpity-thump.
The presenter and others shot daggers
with their eyes at this troublesome chump.
Then he popped EVERY one of his knuckles,
dropped his papers all over the floor,
rattled change in his pockets—jing-jingle.
Sitting by them, I silently swore.
She was busy with her own distractions,
searching noisily through her huge purse
for her Bic, which she clicked with great fervor.
Could things possibly get any worse?
Yes! She rattled a hard-candy wrapper
in each hand on and on with true verve.
Then she “combed” her long hair with her fingers.
These two trounced on my very last nerve!
You must wonder why nobody told them,
“You can leave, or we’ll toss you head first.”
You just can’t eject business owners
even when they’re the absolute worst!
written in anapestic meter
July 30, 2018, entered in Nina Parmenter's A Rattling Rhyme Contest
Categories:
trounced, anger, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
In fake urbanity, somewhere we lost our humanity,
Respect and care for others, is turning to a formality,
In reality, we are being trounced by the mundanity,
Our morality is now diminishing; it bears no vitality.
Profanity pooled with inanity will lead us to insanity,
Crippling societies, are swarmed with toxic mentality,
Where sick minds attack innocent, causing fatality.
Let’s rise, and save world from the hands of brutality,
And steer the thoughts of youth away from volcanity,
In fake urbanity, why did we lose our humanity?
Jan 24, 2017.
Word challenge - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
April 19, 2017.
Re-entered for the contest
Screwed XVII - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: rob carmack
Categories:
trounced, change, peace, world,
Form:
Monorhyme
the bittersweet silent story of my life age
fifty and nine automatically rebroadcast
in indelible (yet never washed out) beige
indistinguishably linkedin, when counting
the last three of seventy somber orbitz,
signify torturous custom made cage
whose darkening shades of gray
housed a weakened Harriet Harris,
an ashen corpse lay
no doubt a grown changeling dust play
a cruel trick, and soul of me mum didst slay,
so...tis with great difficulty aye write this poem today
cathartic to brush off self denunciation,
an albatross that dust way
heavily incriminating, ostracizing this mind of mine,
recurring every year comb May fourth a line
codifying, delineating, earmarking,
and doth likened
to elementary school Boyer
as in Henry Kline
no less painful reflection plus unavoidable,
hence this middle aged man lets feelings incline
toward self expression this anniversary
revisiting re: deign
upon memorializing general up beat
defiance at death of thine late mother,
where disease rabidly did eat
ting her til she expired,
this singular married heir
set himself a writing fete
wordlessly mouths never expressed greet
unbeknownst reeders gleaning my sentiments heat
ting recollected adieu bid prior,
whence she angrily wanted to meet
that accursed nemesis
against healthiness and repeat
cherished apothegm,
that existence offers no second act
as she relinquished slipping tenuous weak bract
leave ving ever fainter grip upon cracked
pommel of mortality, an immutable fact
thence black knight denounced, pounced, hijacked
trounced unannounced, vanquished, lacked
motive to rival nixed, extinguished sputtering pact
fast fading joie de vivre unspoken,
where death rattle racked
personal def tone accentuation tracked
subsequent self castigation,
excoriation nearly whacked
me to Timbuktu rebuking extolling bless
sing experienced from
this sole son for thirteen years, aye confess
when the inimitable Harriet Harris
Categories:
trounced, 7th grade, 8th grade,
Form:
Metrical Tale
My grandfather Hymie
spent his entire life at sea
his thick calloused hands
and ruddy complexion re
enforced non verbal body language
voluminous tomes as testimony
to countless years
(spilling into decades)
exposed to salty spittled
spumed raw elements que
sin art finest artisanal blended, crafted,
dredged by mother nature pre
pared within each trough and crest only
for thy fiercely weatherbeaten nee,
tough as rawhide, leathery,
chafed skin to me
not surprising, since
this mariner born, bred and near lee
schooled within
briny deep ever since knee
high (or so he claimed truth
to swirling rumor), jovialy
pleased that his purportedly
learnin' myth writ tik ne'r included
NEVER settn' foot in formal classroom,
his knowledge icy
anecdotes aced, surpassed,
and trounced that of what he
referred to as grenadier landlubbers
green behind the ears – glee
fully jabbing with his
unsheathed scabbard play flea
actually downplaying any exploits,
that didst educate him, prith ee
teaching him survival skills asper
getn' taut via eddy fied tests frequently de
siding a life or death outcome,
yet our Dickensian mutual friend
shared exploits while
he dressed not in tatters,
but self made clothes from cree
chores comfortable furs, and though
a striking appearance cut, ne'r
did this ole codger (fit as a fiddle
with tall slender build),
said middle aged man appeared quite be
coming. An aura, charisma, dogma
amazingly graced stalwart, gestalt,
deportment aie
found added an air of charming debonair,
esteeming flair, genteel heir
which tasked guessing years old,
aye presumed him to exit the uterine lair
at least a few score tours round oblate sphere
as aspect of youthfulness played across his eyes
one colored green like a spring day in the country,
the other jetblue sans burnin'
four pearl jam oyster cult year.
ah...them tha many decades past
since the merchant
from Neptune to mast
to nether world, though his parting seems
like it hapt last
year, noot nay twas scores o' full moons ago,
that grim reaper came swift and fast.
Categories:
trounced, adventure, art, character, deep,
Form:
Ode
such heretics pitched headlong
into fiendish frothing furnace
forcing obeisance toward primitive popular
identified, honored, glorified father figure
expressing devotion re:
decking the halls of the mountain king,
whence boughs of Juniper sprigs contriving wreaths
sanctifying twisted brambles via springling angel dust
(actually cremated remains of malefactors
stripped of habiliments) during bleak winter
unwittingly interweaving nascent (futuristic)
formally codified bona fied religions
unknowingly, tacitly, silently rendering
quintessential premises obliging
layperson to foreswear locally rooted secular treatises
trounced, trumpeted unction voided
wishy washy antithetical blind faith coalescing edicts
over course of time became established
Greco-Roman imposed group think
disallowing cynics,
diametrically emerging fanatics, skeptics
who (if he/she did not recant
recalcitrant reccommended recourse
faced torture amidst throng of madding crowd
as entertainment and forewarning gall
asper those who held steadfast dissimilar views
taught since birth, when citizenry reared
as just a little drummer boy/ girl pipsqueak
taught to stay the course (sans straight and true)
bound without freedom to express contrary aspects
of ways and whyfores, which controlled each green day
and silent night, wherefore unimaginable ogres
lined straying hip cats
eventually ensnared within warpath,
whence law of the land lend scimitar to smite
any mortal man, woman or child with flaming torches
licking the heretical body electric,
while defiant individuals
left to burn into decimated
charcoal blackened, ashen corpse.
Categories:
trounced, allegory, america, anniversary, candy,
Form:
Elegy
Fragile Little Flower…
Tears fall freely during times of great distress
Our tears wash away our pain
When we become trounced into such a disheartening mess
Such a cruel fate, if we never truly suffered, we’d have so much less to gain
So Dry your sweet tears, Fragile Little Flower, and leave space for growth!
For it is the Flowers that do not whither, are the Flowers that we admire the most...
Categories:
trounced, abuse, beauty, blessing, depression,
Form:
Rhyme
Rumpelstiltskin's temper pronounced.
So many hard feelings he flounced.
Suspected maybe
He would get baby
Spun gold for no reason. Was trounced.
Written Jan 27, 2019 Contest: Limerick 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Categories:
trounced, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form:
Limerick