Clobbered Poems | Examples

advice from two old maids

I would have clobbered him, one said.
you should have smashed his face in said another
two violent women who have never wed
More advice for the young bride, Terry.
You should have pulverized him, I would have.
Expert advice from two women who would never marry.

Witnesses to an Assault

There were six witnesses when the police arrived
The detectives took their statements
Six ethnicities were mentioned.
How many perps?
One

Two said he had a long face; one said she had a round moon face.
Eye colors mentioned were blue, black, green, brown and amber.
One said he saw a dragon tattoo; no one else saw it.

The detectives looked at each other.
The only thing the witnesses agreed on was that the man had been assaulted.
Knocked out of his wheelchair – clobbered, slapped, kicked, slammed, clocked.
The old man had impaired eyesight so he was no help at all.
Or as much help as the others.

fun with words

Clay climbed and clobbered Clemson Clue
Doing deliberate diamond disciples daring do,
Enough Elizabethan excitement expressed Ellie Lou
Finishing fancy French frankfurters, freeing Friday’s flu.

Gigantic gyrating griffendorf’s glazing gibbon’s glue
Harboring horrific hellacious hippos’s in hindsight’s hue.
Ignoring illustrious iguana’s illustrating indigo’s favorite blue.
Jiggling jumbled jabborwock’s justified jellies and jams for a few.

Do Not Make Fun of Pirate King

That’s the pirate KING!
I started laughing, as arrows began to zing.
One hit me in the neck with a ding-a-ling-ding.
I guess you don’t make fun of the pirate king.

But he is a small kitten, I sang in a sing.
He is just a tabby, a baby, a tiny young thing.
I was clobbered over the head with a hammer that had a ring.
I guess you don’t make fun of the pirate king.

The Eyes Never Lie

The eyes never lie


Your eyes are a mirror view.
Show me what I want to find in you.
A mask of question marks mean there could be a truth,
But it will probably never be discovered, 
When I am so used to being used.


All I want is some sexy fire eyes,
But I don’t know how to wait and still be bothered.
Love comes and goes, like the flame inside,
But every time I kiss, I end up being clobbered.


Eyes rarely change, maybe someday,
I will see you differently, but for now I can only look away.
I fear too much to ever trust,
So I will never ask you the question I have been longing to say.


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Best Memory of 1962

When my twin sister and I were ten, we built snow forts.
It took us most of the day, and we were excited about it.
We came in for a break and ate grilled cheese and tomato soup.
Our cheeks were all pink, and we were laughing.

Our mother suggested we should stay inside the rest of the day.
No way! We were on a roll! And our forts were not finished.
After our hearty warm meal, we put our wet clothes back on.
Headed out there and worked until supper time.

By the time Daddy got home, our yard was covered with snow again.
This was “snowball snow” which means it was wet enough to ball up.
We made a cache of snowballs to throw at each other, and began our fight.
My sister’s fort was low and long; big mistake.  Mine was tall, but tidy.

She was yelling uncle as I clobbered her with snowball after snowball.
We had freezing rain that night, which was a blessing.
School was cancelled for a week, and our forts were frost-fortified.
The best wintery mix we could have asked for. I continued to win.

Cy Saves the Day Again

Look into the camera the mighty space man said.
Jon’s Cat was hypnotized, clobbered in the head.
We are taking over, honey, the alien said with a chuckle.
Jon’s Cat was mad. He wanted to give the guy his knuckle.

Take us to your leader the head of the rebels demanded.
Jon’s Cat understood, but he would not do as commanded.
His human was his hero, and he wanted to keep him out of harm.
So he bluffed, and he bamboozled, and he waylaid them with charm.

He finessed, and he fidgeted, and he fiercely fixed them hard and good.
He did what any wise, smart, wonderful, adoring, Kibble-loving cat would.
He led them away from his owner, down the hill to the Alien Catchers Pound.
Next he knew, Space Catchers had netted them. They were on the ground.

He was declared the hero, named Grand Marshall of Thanksgiving Parade.
He took Jon with him. They celebrated with sips of warm pink lemonade.
It’s the sixteenth arrest you’ve made, Jon said. What is your secret, Cy?
Jon’s Cat could not tell him, but he worked undercover for the Cat F.B.I.

Unblocked

Except for these bars I look
Through given info to stare
At my promise or vow or lack
There of fro where I took 
What wasn't mine to take care
Of the water that created that

Signs of obligatory confidence
Shattered prophecies
Clobbered honestness 
    with patience
in eleven lines...ends clear.

My Nes

My parents bought me an NES thirty years ago in 1988.
At the time owning that video game console was great..
But by today's standards, owing an NES is no big deal.
Dad was furious because I played so much that we had a $300 electric bill.
I told Dad to stop being a grump.
Then he took my NES to the dump.
I cried like a baby because I could no longer play Mike Tyson's Punch-out.
When I first played that game, I couldn't understand how it came about.
I figured that Nintendo's employees were doing drugs when they made it.
The opponents were giants and I controlled a shrimp when I played it.
I was so good at playing it that I could beat Mike Tyson during the first round.
I cussed Dad out for throwing away my NES and he knocked me to the ground.
Before he clobbered me, I had all of my teeth but I wound up with ten less.
It's been thirty years since I've played any video games but I still miss my NES.

Sacrifice

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Nature, she'll not sacrifice life!
The human race? Kill each other!
Nature, if she could see the strife!
She can't see, feels, knows things aren't right,
Isn't sacrifice, no, it's her plight!
The fault? Us, still undercover!

Pain she causes, a side effect,
Making right, why has she bothered
She knew not all would be perfect.
Sadly, we know our faults, ashamed,
In denial, our neighbours blamed!
Too late, clock has struck! Were clobbered!

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3/31/18

Rhyme Time 1 - Poetry Contest, sponsor by Laura Loo

#strife, #sacrifice, #blame, #ashamed #clobbered

Pills

Woosh, there goes my life
I need to have a gripe
Minute by minute, hour by hour
Absorbing all your fire power
Shouting at me, hear and there
Ceramic crashing everywhere
God, you need some pills
To introduce you to some chills
To make you realise, I am only a man
And I don’t mean the bogeyman
Til death do us part, what a joke
My whole entire life has just gone up in smoke
Look out, you scream	
Flashing light, sounds, am I in a day dream
looking up at the ceiling
I can’t quite make out what I’m feeling
Then, I realised it was you
That had clobbered me with a horseshoe
That once lived above the living room door
But is now lying by the side of me on the floor
God, if you can hear me at the bottom of this black hill
Please, please, I beg you!! Allow me just a few of my pills.

Minions Find a New Language

On a night sable, my door hastily thrown 
abducted in a rush by one-eyed loonies,
neon- yellow skin reflecting oval heads
whisking me in a shuttle, circling far away.
Taken to a realm where their master reigned,
impish a jabber, worse than 'Nanu, Nanu ,'
stuttering words, a version of 'Yabba daba doo!'
until minions got enticed by my own Beyonce tune.

While I hummed some more, they gathered in peace
their nimble fingers reading my human mind.
But as time was running out for an escape, 
everyone heard the despotic lord, groaning aloud
dressed in a chrome-like armor, totally grim
ordering the puppets, his slaves for my deadly fall.
Instead, all minions clobbered this evil one
as the land of orbit grew warm in sunset's kiss,
happy loonies practicing new lyrics, Beyonce's song.



2/26/2016
Minions Contest sponsored by Silent One

Said the Shadow

Sorry friends
After it got clobbered I decided to give it to the boss for review.
She said their were too many grammatical mistakes 
and some boo boos.
She fixed and give to my son to OK since I had no permission to put it on
and the inevitable happened. 
He said its going in the book
and I wont be allowed to make any more post.
without permission.
I had only gotten permission for the first two
He said he will consider letting me become a life time member
so I can sponsor contest. (I am also not allowed to respond to anyone comment)
I an in the dog house.
Sorry


Said the shadow
I am always crawling behind you.
I am yours,
no! I am his, hers, theirs.
Did I scare you?
No ---oo!
I just pull the pee out of you.

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Dark Libertine

Tattered clobbered thoughts streaming to winged dusts,
spiral spasms tremble amid weary sounds.
The festal moods swing dreary interludes,
visions ache release with defloration--

throaty cries heightens the greedy man's lust.
He longs to possess the murmur of blood
from naked images throbbing desires,
it surges -- tinged to his cerebellum.

Dark libertine drained his desirous juice--
madness stings deep-- displayed to his ardor.
Boorish bashfulness etched into each itch
cracking unto his left to right onslaught.

Finitude fair Venus choked with disgust
as she wriggles, wriggles to free herself!
Her wriggles useless from black libertine...
Pristine Venus fallen-- now wanting death.


©O. E. Guillermo
5:15pm December 05, 2014
Sponsor	Giorgio A. V.
Contest Name	Structured forms - Iambic verse - Sketch a fictitious character - (Top Gun Poetry) 
Placed 6th

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