Enema Poems | Examples

Flying Is For The Birds

If all goes well
airlines will sell
seats by the pound
the less you weigh
the less you pay
to fly the world around
and yet
if a commercial Russian airliner jet
unfortunately
crashed into the sea
would there be
Aeroflotsam on the ocean
fragmented and floating free?

It's a riddle
inside a mystery
wrapped in an enema
from 1939 Soviet Union history.

Harvest

Tithing untested talents to tyrants;
Heaving hearts and minds in Humpty dumpsters
With vibrant energy and emotional overload,
As sensible as armadillos playing on a road,
To forge a Nirvana from breathless life.

Maunder not over permanent silence:
So, what are a few children, more or less?
Let not debate impede virtue’s progress:
Free speech is Utopia's enema!

Jan's Brain Scan

Some have said Jan has dung for brains
How rude are those who place disdains
on her poems in the soup
Their words are full of poop
Jan sits upon her throne and reigns

From porcelain commode she rules
Toilet paper and pen, her tools
She takes a morning dump
from a crack in her rump
One day she found dark colored stools

Her doctor arranged for a scan
So, off to the UK, flew Jan
From her brain to her feet
First an enema... Fleet
That kept Jan sitting on the can

Days later, she read the results
With mirth and laughter, Jan exults
She'd eaten licorice
Rumors were gibberish
Fools, were those rumoring insults

Jan's brain scan proved that she's alright
If her poems offend the 'uptight'
She just couldn't care less
If it brings them distress
Because she doesn't give a s.h.i.t.e

Abstract Paintings Always Attract Horn Haiku

paintings are abstract
brilliant and always attract enigma
a landscape enact

while at cinema
we had smelled hard enigma
will need enema

after we reviewed
agreement must be renewed
or problems be ensued

Apprehensive About Expensive and Extensive

Horn Haiku of Course

are apprehensive
paid much and was expensive
damage extensive

words in each sentence
would express much arrogance
needed repentance

what they would have said
my sad poems should be read
so tears can be shed

had a lot of gall
cut tall tree down that did fall
always would appall

at a cinema
on screen saw an enigma
need an enema

on ground seeds will throw
which we did do row by row
we would watch them grow

great poems we will write
about birth a precious sight
to read did invite

Christ is courageous
of had been many cases
which were contagious

want to hear a joke
sold down river and are broke
wish that Trump could croak

moron a mystic
who had become a critic
we went ballistic

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn

Sad But True

I was tempted by angels of Addiction
and the devil of Alien affection. My
dying wish, a dirty martini enema
to scour my sanguine soul and write
poetry to suit my heralding headings.
Leave your dreary dungeon self behind
No pain for time served.
No time for pain served.
Love is all around

Two Diverse Sisters

Give me beauty she said.
My intelligence smirked, thinking her silly.
Give me pretty hair, she hollered.
My ancestral soul gave a growl and a bark.

Give me a man, she added.
I was on the ground now, feet in the air, kicking wildly.
Laughing my guts out, knowing I needed one of those
Like a bird needs an enema.

Give me a pretty face she yelled.
My hazel eyes rolled.
Give me dendrites I thought; and lots of them.
Give me intelligence and imagination and more of me.

Cinema About Cruz Dilemna

saw a cinema
about the cruz dilemma
needs an enema

always came my way
God gave me another day
again to Him pray

to God often speak
He is one who I will seek
even though a (poetry) freak

piece of puzzle place
seemed to do with style and grace
of me was a face

James Horn

Trump Contentious and Plentious

More Trump Characteristics
And Statistics for Simplistics

Perfect Trimp thinks that he is plentious,
But really does prefer to be pretentious;
Also Carnivorious,
And dexterous;
A golden shower enema very venimious. 

Jim Horn






Contentious means causing or likely 
to cause an argument; controversial.

Trump Contentious and Plenteous

Trump's contribution to society is contentious;

Limerick Test

There once was an enema bag named Steve.

Who wants me to go on here?

This Poem Is In the Process of Being Edited

This poem is being edited
From all the wrongs you read
The mistakes I've made along the way
Are not for the eyes to see

There are words that lose all their meaning
Turning misspelling into an art
Or the flow don't go the way it's suppose
Because of misplaced punctuation! marks

And I too often rely on spell check
To move my poems along
Which can turn my enemy into enema
I guess that's not too far off

There's so much more to poetry these days
Than running out of thoughts and ink
And me with only half a brain
It takes twice as much time to think

So while this poem is being edited
Please sit back and relax
If you see any mistakes that I have made
Speak up now cause here's your chance

No One Will Read Article

No one will Read Article

It had been expressed in another exclusive
About Trump already again being abusive
Towards minority groups taking advantage of
And opposite sex which he sure seems to love.

Some people have purposely proposed
That dear Donald be diametrically exposed
Expose things in his life that did occur
Results and what all of them would infer.

Trump to believe anyone else does refuse
And for everything he has a perfect excuse
When he found attached there was a stigma
To move it he decided to take an enema.

No one else knw what might be entailing
They noticed that behind him was trailing
A female person who is currently a reporter
Who compared to him surely is much shorter.

Her goal was to create a newspaper feature
About this totally absurd and ugly creature
And if we right all of our cards will play
No one will ever want to read it anyway.

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet

Complete Idiocy

Complete Idiocy 

Did discover I was faced with a dilemma 
Was word to use either enigma or enema
When articulate adjective for call was curtain
How bad would pain have to be hurtn'.

When call ended up being last one
Show was already over and done
What might be missed never knew
Except person put in prison for point of view.

Now that point of view could be contained
And forgot all the facts that had remained
No matter what the bigger the crime
Longer in jail will have to serve time.

Should you serve or is it better to be served
And smoking and bad behavior had to be curbed
After a period of time they then projected
With complete idiocy we were to be injected.

James Thomas Horn
Retarded Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC

Queen of Prawns

Super-rich are the Devils spawn,
 why Nigeria has the Con-Mans FORM,
old habits: Craft, Deceit,
 and Pirates cop it sweet,
 can't change em tootie suite, 
though IN poverty reborn,
NO lesson learned, forlorn,
Gina's seed dilemna thorn, {high enema?}
Nigeria on-delete....
so goes the queen of prawns...
Don Johnson

Logic rules the universe,
Levels Earned at EVERY birth,
VERILY are worse,
if you've been a greedy Hog,
you'll suckle under Dogs
of lessons learned a DEARTH?
The SUCK-IT-UP cum-drop CURSE,
KARMA'S empty purse,
just no excuse for Frogs......

Don Johnson
im saying Gods will is verily done,
 when reborn the nasty one,
in sweet dear old Nigeria, the slum....
the lesson is no fun....
Where next doth your spirit come? 
If you've reaped bad seed 4 some
sow well, the sweetness mum....

Poem With Poem of Day Potential

Poem with Poem of Day Potential
or Diet Dilemma Another Enema

My poem has much poem of day potential
Including having infinity for its exponential
And many minds must be really ridiculous
That think how awful are all my amaryllis.

Now suppose I were to look like a lunatic
Because converted computer was catalytic
And on surface to put on ions you did try
Causing a compound to start and multiply.

What if I were to enjoy my own religion
And never would ever kill a clay pigeon
Truly devoted to each commandment
Until to heaven finally had been sent.

From the first time that God and I met
After seeing me said with deep regret
You like nice things neat and nostalgic
But become aroused by things angelic.

Your future was clearly caste in stone
You must be by yourself and left alone
Finding fudge you loved definitely divinity
You could eat through time until infinity.

Was obvious found yourself fat as can be
Wings required were as big as a tall tree
Can you believe God said until you are thin
Return back to earth and be on a diet again.

James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran

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