Grudging Poems | Examples

Ugly Monkey Wishes To Be A Dog

Gabby wailful goes wane
Gassy wagtail
Gruff white-livered
Grudging walleyed
Grubby wanton 
Grouchy warlike
Great weasel
Gross-out wicked
Grizzle whiney 
Going in will-o'-the-wisp
Going with his big baby

Elegy of the earth

In the first place the earth 
     itself sometimes crumble 
    and sometimes something  tends to fall like francing
    like eroding like confronting like grudging to 
      belligerence?. 
  Or what sometimes something carnivorous or sometimes 
   we humans may tend to switch about discovery about 
 love about whims for not even for a whins' cake?. 
   Are we not now making some fleas will sooner turn to 
   cracks and use ps and downs and not so long before 
      damnations?. 
  Or what is such  sort a glaaaaaaaass?.

Winters Cutting Edge

The porch-potted have attenuated
into stick insects.
Geraniums are hallowed be dark moons,
Fragility turns to desiccation.

The red tin watering can
is iced over by a fallen sun.

Of a sudden, a yawning dawn
freezes, is pinned
to a fixed grimace.

Unlock the front door,
push a grudging frosted screen.

Slipper bound toes shrink back,
blood drops through ice holes
in arterial walls.

Tropical fruits uneaten,
beds unmade and cooling,
cat hiding under a throw rug,
just its tail flicking a weather warning.

Slap and lock the door,
ignore the creaking porch
as it were a gutted grave.

Upon a kitchen wall
eyes trace a diminishing light,

a trace that once was a warming ray,
now has congealed into a fingerbone
of yesterday.

Hot News

Summer keeps coming.
Knock down days
that stroke the heat- hammer
with a wilting flesh.
We must find a way
to un-cuff from the insufferable,
to face off with an icy will power.
To honor, with a grudging awe
those pioneers
that came and went
before the cool hit-songs
of our air conditioning units.
If it were possible
we would drink a cold beer
while taking a cold shower,
or shower in cold beer,
but that is just a dream
our over-cooked minds
clings to.

Waiting To Confess

Chin thrust forward, held in right hand
    pleasant sweep of hair graces unexceptional forehead

  Thoughts percolate, bubble lightly, retreat
    mouth scrunched up into grudging position

Many Things Said Carelessly

Cameron looked on wordlessly:
Many things he’d said carelessly,
The dumb are safe with made gestures
Not easy grudging their postures…

With words he’d just planted hatred
In the mind of Schuller Alfred,
Whom he said had gone to Rwanda
Only to come back with Panda…

First lured by her economy,
His hopes Great Business Colony;
In Rwanda no more anomy:
Who won’t try Brave Agronomy?

One should guess the whole picture:
The glib-tongued need a mute’s lecture,
Also, Eunuch’s Vasectomy
Or, best, God’s Deuteronomy.

Monk Mode

abiding in awareness self-aware
looking at what appears without judging
sans memory recall or thought form snare
there being within no ego grudging

the now continuum renews itself
boundaries between subject-object blur
soul having no agenda on the shelf
delights upon feeling nodes within stir

we dwell in form and our body’s aflame
here and now, we’re entwined with existence
love and light that maybe assigned no name
signals that from God there is no distance 

07-January 2023

Presbyterian Church Elder Welder

He's a Presbyterian Elder
By occupation Car Welder: 
If you don't mind: Welder Elder,
By choice in the job, not fell there...

Fellow Elders for the good air,
Easy to find them in nice wear,
Grudging not a perfumed hair,
With two good cars and still a spare...

So, special: this Welder Elder,
Doting Husband of Emelda,
User of the job's Equipment. 
Likely seeker of a shipment;
To the tasks truest commitment
Like Lord God's Eleventh Commandment...

A Charles resting much on shoulder
Fellow Elders sure a boulder.

The Misanthrope

He had a "hate/like" relationship
with the world.  His usual reactions
were always critical, mostly negative,
and his scarce grudging approvals
were, at best, luke-warm.  He judged
everything and everyone immediately,
contrasting them with his own imagined
greater beauty, strength, experience, knowledge,
skills, possessions, courage, heritage, and taste.
Anger was his armor and his weapon, 
and he wielded it mercilessly and without pause.
A collective great sigh of relief was heard
when he was no longer around.

In the Darkest Souls

i see reflections of myself
all the could have beens
pile around me
grudging my steps
better never an option
how to give love you have never felt
so i feign my humanity
with a crooked smile
and eyes that lock
me in my emptiness

Suggested Duration of Sex

I solemnly propose thirty seconds,
As it isn’t at all a search for diamonds
And hasn’t been delivering stronger, bonds:
Only pleasure-soaked “Ohs” and excited diphthongs
Almost always depleting a womanizer’s funds,
Wherefore intercourse should be a little longer than a cock’s
Or the time it normally consumes to put on ones socks...

Perhaps the time it takes a grenadier
To dive for cover after a throw
Or for the grudging handshake between a lack lustre brigadier
And a junior officer of more decorations and glow!

Preferably, the time it takes a cock
To perform its roles of a professional time announcer
Or the uninvited, not hard like a rock,
To be forcibly shown the door by a bouncer.

As I Took the Right Turn

As I took the right turn, lo, the crescent
Like Urdu letters but pink and silken
From two mountains meandering descent
Raw hues of hours dark and blue keep folding


As I kept my raised eyes hooked to rivers
A shining swing of swords like the sliced moon
In polkas of blood a dark blue shiver
From red jungles comes up a meaty Hun


Then all of a sudden the grudging sky
Came down in rains washing the whole vista
Chin on elbows, children, who danced so high
All flames went back in the gladiola


At the seafront mighty waters were sands
My face I held with ailing wrinkled hands

27 June 2019

Vogonian Visit--

wazz!!!vitellogenesis b gruntions of diverse dumberly dew libertarian;
vulvovaginitis maniuratation be grudging me valetudinarian;
va-va voom-singular doubly grabberly vockets visits;
vasodilatation gooberly glues clues choice boast;
vasoactivities vogonians vogon vegan host??
Volartarian vocal humanitarian lizards;
valetudinaries vogonians manure smelly be gross locket;
vandalizations gobbler warts grumbles host rocket;
Visiting valiens vogonians reaching earth;
Imagine with me what's a vogon worth;

6/3/19

Messages From My Body

My body confides in me 
in grudging ways, 

with little murmurs and signs,  
each trying to get attention 
without snapping its fingers in my face, 

like faint, mysterious radio signals from (inner) outer space 
that escape detection often,
comprehension always,  

small aches that ghost through my body and 
the already over-populated radar of my consciousness,
as if keen on being missed,

rashes like miniature night bloomers on the 
vast landscapes of my limbs and torso, 
origins unknown,

non-rashes, equally tiny, anonymous things, 
that surface but don’t stay long enough  
before sinking back into the realm of the forgotten, 

eyelid twitching out a code decipherable by no man.  

I receive frequent messages, 
hinted, insinuated, encrypted. 

My body has its own mind.

I’m trying to be a better reader.

A Somber Song

Rainy days and Mondays guide my journey
Looking for rich harvest in barren fields,
Disappointing me with grudging demeanor
For you my love have never lived there.

My morning awakens as if from a dream
Roaming still, to capture feelings of glee
Set free by your soul departing mournfully,
Looking meekly at what could have been.

Though the butterflies still roam our lawn
No longer do they invite forlorn dawn
To glisten rose-blossoms you left behind
Knowing they too have lost their charm.

Winds keep twirling remnants of fragrance
Hoping rich-scent will mimic your presence
Discarding sullen gloom of rainy day vibes,
Ignoring pessimism of despondent skies.

As I set out to write: together we belong,
Words I penned changed their meaning
Soon after a comma held me spellbound,
Shifting my verses to form a somber song.

February 21, 2018
Placed first in mid-January 2019 contest by Brian Strand
Placed 2nd:Rainy days and Mondays contest by Silent One

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