Bunker Poems

Archie Bunker Loves Crackers

Archie Bunker Loves Crackers

Crackers are white
what's not to love
Crackers are simple food
for simple minds

Archie sits in his chair
rants against liberals
races
and humanity

Some think he passed on
for every fool gone
another will appear
even from down under

Where hatred is running in high gear

Billionaires hunker down in their Queenstown bunker lairs

Let’s pester Uncle Fester

After dafter Luxon 

Pushed the button

Welcomed every glutton

To the isles of mutton


Theme of the meme

Team New Zealand 

It does seem

No longer a

Stronger eclectic sceptic


Spanked by the rank 

Septic tank stream

Peptic Pyramid scheme


Grand slam.. glam sham scam

Desperate Dan or Tangerine tan plan

God damn..American dream


Our rancour on social media

Danker seedier leaders crimes 

Hanker for

Brave Surveyor

Cramped steps acquaint heavy hatch reluctant 
     Cushion hush cellar isolate, harsh sun migraines
     Catapulted myopic into apocalyptic destruction 
     Crumple of coastal community permits my gains


      Grim resilient, plotted alone, abided by rations
    

Beyond the Bunker Door

The purest gift that we can give
Is one another
Rising from the dust 
Of waging war
Facing what we fear
To save each other
From our rivals 
Just beyond the bunker door
Bombs creating havoc in the morning
Missiles float like feathers
In the wind
Sirens blasting sounds 
With urgent warning
The beginning that will soon
Become our end
Married were the two
Just days before
Hand in

Funny Memories

"FUNNY MEMORIES"
                 THE SWEET REMEMBRANCE 

SWEET MEMORIES MAKE US HAPPY,
MEMORIES ARE TREASURES,IF THEY ARE FUNNY.
WE ALL HAVE SUCH BEAUTIFUL MEMORIES,
THOSE,THAT WE OFTEN CHERISH.
SWEET MEMORIES ARE NOT JUST BERRIES,
THAT,AFTER THE SEASON,PERISH.

I HAVE SUCH BEAUTIFUL MEMORIES,
I MUST SHARE,
STILL FRESH IN MY

Mr Archie Bunker

Mr. Archie Bunker
For the good ole days did hunker
   
   Confronted with 'ethnics' or punkers
   He turned green at the gills...went bonkers

Bunker

They hide in a secret room bunker
What gives them this right?
Not in the Middle-East desert,
But here at home, staying out of sight

New things happening, never seen before
We all know, this isn’t how it works
Keeping everyone hostage,
To get their way, along with their perks

Come on, how can anyone agree?
Regardless of which side you choose
This is certainly

Archie Bunker - Limerick

Archie had words for each situation,
he would say them without hesitation;
like my sediments meat head,
or in a pigs dye, he said;
my bus has sailed was his explanation !


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February 5, 2019

Poetry/Limerick/Archie Bunker 
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1172-670-02
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.


Submitted to the contest,  A Limerick,
Old or New: Your Personal Favorite.
sponsor, Andrea Dietrich

Fourth Place


Fourth

Archie Bunker

Archie Bunker, blunderer;
Lived life wishing for thunder.
The praise never came;
Had himself to blame;
Archie was no, free-thinker.


Written 2-14-19

Archie Bunker

There once was a man named Archie
Definitely not so starchy
Ridicule his best gift
Supremacy his lift
An upper hand controlled Archie

Bunker was his family name
Superiority his game
He put intellect down
Made Michael wear a frown
And his viewers flush with red shame

Syllables checked. 
Written: 02/14/2019

Archie Bunker

Archie Bunker


Archie Bunker's political stance,

He did NOT seem too shy to advance. 

Was he funny, or crude?

Right on target, or rude?

In today's world, he'd NOT have a chance!


February 8, 2019

For Contest, 'Limerick 4'
     sponsored by Joseph May


Lines 1, 2, 9 -- 9 syllables  --/--/--/
Lines 3, 4 -- 6 syllables 

Limerick - Archie Bunker

Archie had words for each situation,
he would say them without hesitation;
like my sediments meat head,
or in a pigs dye, he said;
my bus has sailed was his explanation !


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February 5, 2019


Poetry/Limerick/Archie Bunker
Copyright Protected, ID 19- 1112-339-02
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.


Written for the contest, Limerick 4
sponsor, Joseph May

First Place

Theme chosen - Archie Bunker

Archie Bunker

A cranky old man that rules his household
from his armchair. There isn't one he doesn't scold.
With jabbing comments and taunts;
feels he can say what he wants.
A shameful big mouth, hardheaded and bold.


His chauvinist views; women with boobies
were created to make meals and babies.
He still lives in the stone age
putting people in a rage.
Crazed old man,

If Archie Bunker Were Still Alive

I don’t mean to bust Archie’s hump.
He meant well, the simple old chump,
   But damn, how buffoonish
   His views, so cartoonish,
In short, he’d have staunchly liked Trump!


(Written February 2, 2019, for Joseph May's Limerick 4 contest.)

Enter the Bunker

Feeling the calamity coming,
edgy thoughts ... 
enter the bunker

Following in Hitler’s footsteps,
going down underground ... 
into the safe panic place

The isolated catacomb haven,
dark insulated protection ... 
enter the bunker

Hiding in the bowels of the earth, 
reproach worms on a flesh search ...
enter the bunker

Imminent life defeat
conquered by suicide victory ...
into the hate womb retreat

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