Butted Poems | Examples

Alfred in the wilderness

Alfred and the wilderness

Alfred, who with the greatest of ease tells, he is not my father
and I went for a walk across a chlorophyll-filled field.
Alfred, who is a musician and never ventures out in the landscape
saw some grazing sheep and wondered if they were dangerous,
No, I said they are sheep and born friendly
as God created them, to this, Alfred called me a crypto-Christian.
A little Lamb came up to my father, it was so sweet,
as only a lamb can be, he lifted it up, which the ewe disliked,
and it butted him in the rear.
Alfred was shocked, got up, and demanded that I bring him to safety
in the nearest town; never trust animals, they are all out
to get us, he said while limping to safer ground.

Monorhyme Because they Make me Fresh

The merry widow’s marvelous mincemeat melody
Was gradually heard around three by the old oak tree
Honestly said Bert, the bumblebee, is this the Grand Prix?
Miraculously, there was a royal red revelry

A chickadee landed on the right knee of Diana Dee
Making her a friend in furious practicality
Old oak tree receded into the loving forest canopy
Forming a deliberate, desired universal solid symmetry

Would you like a chewy chickpea Lee asked widow and me.
I heard hyena-like laughter from Leroy, the red-butted monkey
Rolling them in warm tortillas is the chef’s secret recipe
Flamboyant frog huffed away, jingling her copper jewelry

The rest of us stared, which we do on Wednesdays, habitually
Being yourself and making no apology is the key said monkey
The faeries made themselves tinier, they were in fact now wee
Lovely monorhyme in progress, guessed my observant cousin Vee

I must agree said my boss, the pompous persnickety Mr. McGee
The rhymes are rather delightful, and frankly, there are plenty.

tree kangaroo

leaf and fruit eater
big butted tree kangaroo
difficult to find

those days are gone

I have five hobbies
Do them all day long now that I am retired
Cartooning, painting, poetry
Tv binge watching
Playing with my dogs
I used to garden
But my knees won’t bend any more
I swam and played racquetball in my youth
Those days are gone
Falling down is one of my biggest fears
Since I tore my ACL and meniscus
I have two big-butted dogs
I use a walker so they do not knock me down
Being old is not like being young
Do what you can now, while you still have a body

the sky and I

a fast moving sky
fluffy grays with glimpses of white
it looks like a foreign planet butted up against earth
I watch it calmly float by
trying to see if it is rotating on an axle
it senses my interest and stops to study me
we stare at each other
the sky and I

bed buddies

wet noses are cold 
 butted up against my face 
overtaking the bed

100 per cent CAGE FREE

Robins seem to enjoy my yard
Awaiting the coolness of dewed mornings
To awaken the wriggling worms
A seasonal offering favored by the feathered ones

Dandelion waiters tend to the color and flavor
Serving up “all natural”, organic, pesticide free offerings
They can vouch for the claim
As they have managed the place for 30 years

A bold red Cardinal sits atop a fence post preaching
A Beyonce’ butted ground hog scurries away
Doves coo from within the safety of the hedges
A house cat stalks them from a windowsill

Buds dance to the music of the wood winds
A sparrow choir sings an opening hymn
As a disinterested hawk rides the updrafts
A chipmunk takes his order to go

A New Language

The new language

It was late August, on a glaringly hot day, when I felt dizzy
went to sit on a gigantic carob tree full of beans on thick leaves 
to sit in its cooling shade; it was pitch dark inside, and I could see 
nothing at all until my eyes got adjusted.
the sheep, seven of them, had sought relief from the sun’s cruelty
My dog refused to enter; she had been head-butted by a ram
the sheep looked alarmed; another human to order them around
but when I sat down among them, they took me for another ram
they continued to chew, looking absent-minded; with white wool
The sheep had white fleece in sharp contrast to the carob beans
 that was like the gnarled fingers of a dark person (black is out)
Nothing is the same anymore; some men say they are women and
blithely disregard biological facts as unimportant.
There are no longer any Jews in Israel, now called Israelites
 it is as if they are trying to kill the ghost of yesterday by living a lie.
In Denmark, a children’s book was withdrawn showing a black doll
a new book issued, a merger of many faces, quite unreal,
 like the faces were drawn by I.A and certified by a committee.

Alfred In the Wilderness

Alfred and the wilderness  

Alfred, who with the greatest of ease tells, me he is not my father
and Olga, he had a brief affair with In Belgrade, is not my mother
we went for a walk across a green field. 
Alfred who is a musician and never ventures out in the landscape 
saw some grazing sheep and wondered if they were dangerous, 
no, I said they are sheep and born friendly
as God created them, to this Alfred called me a crypto-Christian.
A little Lamb came up to my father, it was so sweet, 
as only a lamb can be. he lifted it up which the ewe disliked,
 and it butted him in the rear. 
Alfred was shocked, got up and demanded I bring him to safety
in the nearest town; never trust animals they are all out
to get us he said while limping to safer ground.

I Once Had a Goat

I once had a goat who loved to swim
I enrolled him at our local gym
I know, I know, it was just a whim!
Do tell!

He did rather well in beginners’ match
Girl swimmers thought him quite a catch
But he failed to get his lifesaver’s patch.
Oh, hell!

He punched a hole in the kiddie pool
So, I enrolled him in the ballet school
He butted heads with Master Abdul.
Oh, swell!

This kid simply couldn’t measure up
Until, finally, he won the Cannabis Cup
And with the money he bought a pup.
Oh, well!

SIXTH PLACE WINNER
written April 6, 2022
for "Tail-Rhymed" poetry contest
sponsored by Jeff Kyser

Going To Celebrate the Jubilee

We are all going to celebrate the jubilee!
Buzzed the over dubiously excited bumblebee.
Do we have to pay in pollen? Is there a fee?
Asked his cousin Jeremy who almost dropped his tea.

Will of course we do pay, there is a tiny little fee.
Said the enthusiastic bumblebee. It is a jubilee!
How much is the fee? Do you know? Butted in Spider Lee.
Spider Lee was hanging on to his web with one knee.

Not sure, the bumblebee said, but I know that dried up she
Pointing to their flamboyant godmother, the old queen bee
Will pay the way for all of us to go, yes all three.
She is forever generous, this old queen bee!

Waves of Loneliness

Waves of the sea of darkness
Break …. Break … Break
against cotton cloud rocks,
and heighten my loneliness.  

Calves that hopped around,
and bulls that smelled the scent
of love, and butted their heads 
against brook banks, have gone…

Leaving me, in rising darkness.
Shepard boys who guarded them,
caressing their manes and horns, 
have left me, in rising darkness. 

Bird youths that sang to amuse
bird damsels that tossed their heads,
balancing their legs to violins' tune,
have left me, in rising darkness. 

Tired old Sun that gently stroked 
my heart with his tenderly smile, 
through foliage and branches, 
has left me, in rising darkness. 

All that amused me have gone,
Leaving loneliness and darkness.


*A 1st Place* in the following contest (judged on Nov. 30, 2020)

Nov. 29, 2020
UN-RHY-ME Poetry Contest
Contest sponsor: Brian Strand

Inspiration from my own poem, “Where have they all gone?” (published in 2018)
And Tennyson’s “Break, Break, Break”.

Bizarre

Craving to own a doe
Alone, begot he as his tool a mid-day brawl
With his foe,

And butted his
Foe bereft arms and had a fall
And this

Did draw 
Loin down - a small
Flow. 

Craving to own a doe…
Foe bereft arms and had a fall…
Flow. 

*A 3rd Place* in the following contest (judged on Sept. 30, 2020)

Sept. 1, 2020 
Let’s Minichu on Bizarre Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mohan Chutani

A Big Butted Gal

Charm is a big-butted gal, he said proudly.
In a braggadocio way, and he said it too loudly.
Her ma in the kitchen smirked and repeated.
He was swiftly kicked and repeatedly cleated.

For that big-butted gal did not take it too well.
Now Charm is in jail in a small tiny cell.
He is more careful now to think before he speaks.
He tiptoes softly, and cringes when a floorboard creaks.

That big-butted gal has changed his personality up.
He jumps when you drop a plate or a cup.
She is also big-butted, and visits Charm in jail. 
She also feeds her cat and brings in her mail.

Rejoice

I couldn't explain to you what the life is and why!
even I could not understand why am I addicted 
butted and bounded to certain circles!
I could never break the boundaries ; Too far to flying
where the sea is shedding the tears
tune in pain, peoples are dying.
I could never drown in that sea of tear
not raise my arms to take them into my lap; 
thinking them near and dear. 
Loving the wealth a lot I will be passed away; as everyone goes
What does something can I get!
can I take all these and those!
The pursuit of treasure of love in receiving is a momentary happiness
lover can give a little pleasure in kiss 
but remembering hundreds of lives ; Grief and mourning
where the world is red in bleeding
no need I am feeling to rejoice.

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